Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

Howling had been a risk, but who is she against one? She’s trained and sparred and fought before. Wanlida was her mentor. Blixen is her friend. No, she can do this. She can at least hold him off until someone else arrives.

Before her howl is even complete, he’s tearing into her. Her breath hitches in her throat, cutting the call short, and stagger back while he sinks teeth into her shoulder. Pain rips through her and she snarls, twisting her head to snap at anything she can get a grasp on while she quickly eats her word. Okay, she’s glad Blixen isn’t here to see how quickly that backfired but she doesn’t have time to think about it.

Mallaidh is sent back several steps before she can regain her footing. He directs her by the bite but quickly she anchors her feet and leans, pressing her shoulder harder into his mouth with as much effort as she has. Her own teeth latch on to thin skin, hooking under his chin and over his eat, clanking into the hard bones of his skull. While they tear as flesh nonetheless she does not have enough of a grasp to pull him off, so she sears at him with teeth until she can get a better grip.