Panther Park I guess this is how you made me

She tried to run, but it was no use; all it did was change his trajectory and draw this out for her. He felt his teeth sink into her scruff and holding on tightly, he threw his head back and forth a few times, tearing the flesh between his jaws. He barely registered her feeble attempts to push at him with her paws. Already, the feeling of her blood filling his mouth was pushing him into an almost feral state; he wanted more. When he had caused sufficient damage to his first place of contact, he pulled his head back a little and dove back in, aiming for the skin above her jugular once more; if she would just be still, then this would all be over much faster.