The Heartwood Running down the halls

Her blood pounded as her teeth dislodged themselves from his body. Her own was being forced down like he were an avalanche until a force knocked out her back leg soon leading to the woman being on her back, front paws flailing upwards to strike his face and protect her throat, her back legs kicking in her panic and fury.

She started screaming in her fury then, hurling insults that not even Flicker's author could write ( and she has a vast vocabulary ), but it remained along the lines of get off me, you ass and I will murder you,  but much more colourful.

But what really poached her egg was the grin. That insufferable grin that she owned and oft threw at her fallen opponents. She threw every once up at the man, teeth snapping like a crocodile to his face and legs kicking to turn her over and get the fuck out. And to run.
So she did, or at least attempted to, and she silently vowed to return and destroy every being the mountain held; innocent or not. They all came from the same place, in Flicker's mind.