Dragoncrest Cliffs with walls and towers were girdled round

i am strong, she answers, her grin growing foxlike as she danced away from his forward motion, relishing in the sound of his teeth against empty air. her blue-green gaze settles upon his burly form, flickering from muscle to muscle with a mixture of open admiration and clinical observation.

and then she darts forward, jaws aimed at his left front ankle, all the while twisting her body to land perpendicular when her mouth closes around his flesh. should she be successful, her weight will slam against his right leg while she attacks his left, leaving him with only his rear limbs to carry his bulk.

then he will go down, down, down, like a tree in a terrible storm.