Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

Her success again gets to her head. Hydra, now near his rear end, decides to pivot turn to remain there and lunge for his hindquarters, wanting to get a firm grip of one. Her jowls are wide, and when they close they click down upon nothing but air. The resounding snap shocks her to temporary, disappointed stillness—a large mistake, on her own part, though she seeks to move out of the trajectory of his bodyweight. Teeth would be preferred.