The Heartwood Now we're climbing higher

her jaws made contact with the woman's scruff but it was a short lived victory for even as she pushed her weight down on the wolf like the little worm she was she squirmed out of her grasp and threw herself into her. all tundra could hope was that she'd managed to at least tear some of the skin around her scruff because of the force with which it was torn from her iron jawed grasp but it was gone too quick for her to get to taste that metallic tang if blood had reached the surface. 

her ears remained flat against her head in an act of self defense as she stepped back with flicker's lunge, moving quickly to avoid jaws snapping fervently in her direction. like a bull she'd drop her head, tucking it close to her chest and kicking off with strong hind legs right at fliker's chest in an effort to wind and stun her with the assumption that her passionate attack had her lacking as much of the defensive front and that since tundra had been initially moving backwards this would have surprise on her side too. sure she had put herself dangerously close to the enemies' teeth and she did feel them make occasional nicks at her when she'd moved towards them but such a strong hit to the chest should stun her enough to bide tundra at least a few seconds if she were succesful. seconds were like gold at moments like this.

if that worked she'd now throw her head up to try knock at the woman's jaw and then fix her own steel grip around her muzzle and apply enough pressure to wound without breaking anything. yield dammit she'd think through an endless string of low growls.

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