Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

The taste of metal would slowly trickle into her mouth too as she successfully gripped the man's face and pulled back. However, as she pulled so did he and it was only a matter of time before she felt herself scrambling to keep her paws on the ground. With enough force, she lost her footing to the behemoth, and truly what could she do?

She snarled and growled, but the teeth that pushed into her flesh and her current position left her more like a fish floundering as she could only attempt to bite whatever was closest to her. In this case, it was more than likely the brute's leg.