Ravensblood Forest who do you turn to when the night is darkest?

he topples her easily, but she never truly expected to gain the upper hand in the literal sense. but already something's sparked and she's not willing to lay there like a lump as he bellows at open air, and as he speaks she is already moving again. she wriths like a snake and makes to grasp his throat, protected as it is by brine-encrusted fur. from her position, the grip she lands is a weak one, but hopefully enough to incite him to do more than simply lay atop her and yell. in response, she merely snarls a challange and wiggles closer to his throat, latching on as best she can. if he doesn't move soon, she'll begin worrying the fur there, tear and snipping in an attempt to rouse him.