Two Rivers Isle to be silent out of spite

Djehanne ducked away with instant haste, though the jaws of the brute did not not leave empty-handed. A tuft of her fur was ripped from her scruff, leaving a bald spot in the thick mane leftover from winter. She responded with a growl and a lunge; though she had no real direction in her attack, the closest thing she could find was her opponent's flank. She knew that the skin between the waist and hind legs was thin enough and yet stretchy enough for her to grip onto. Djehanne's heart was racing with anticipation; the fear and threat were, in a strange turn of events, actually acting as physical aphrodesiacs.