Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

As she tumbled he thought perhaps this was the end of her struggles - but he was wrong. She was far more stubborn than that. He felt the fangs against his leg, the thought of the previous wound he had to the joint caused him to immediately let go of her leg and aim to press down on her abdomen with a front paw closest to her with as much weight as he could until the fight would end.

A growl erupted from his throat as he threatened to take the fight to the next level should she continue, teeth inching closer to her body as it yearned to grab onto the more tender flesh than that of just a leg.