Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

They continue their dance a little longer. She goes for his hindquarters a third time and misses, feeling nothing but the wind against his fur. He moves away from her grasp as she darts off, ensuring her teeth do not touch him, but as he aims for her shoulder before she gets away, he misses, but takes a second to snap his teeth against her flank. It is a weak hold and her movement causes him to pull away, but he manages to get a vile taste in his mouth from fur and a tinge of blood again. A little disoriented from the move, and running on exhausted time, he lazily finds her out of reach.