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The wolfess whined, and he emitted a noise somewhere in-between a growl and a groan as he continued to tug at her like a toy. He felt her teeth leave him and thought she was finally giving in, or maybe she'd lost too much blood. But no, she took a page out of his book and dug into his deepest wound, eliciting a croak of pain from him. He admired her tenacity, at least. But it wasn't enough.

Black Hat clamped his jaws shut around the top of her muzzle to persuade her that letting go was a smart idea. When she did, he went for her most gruesome wound yet again, utilizing the pain it would cause as a tool to knock her down when he slammed into her. When he had her on the ground, so very many ideas came to mind of what he could do to her... but knowing this woman, she would fight tooth and nail to the end. He'd made his point and left his marks; that was good enough for him. And frankly, he was too damned tired to act on any of his schemes. It just wasn't worth it.

He stood atop her with the foot of his good leg pressed on her collarbone, tongue lolling carelessly as his lungs sucked in all the air they could get. It was a good fight, but he wouldn't be telling her that. Slowly, he leaned in, bringing his face intimately close — close enough for her to smell the blood and entrails on his breath. Remember the name 'Black Hat' when you look back at this moment, He murmured, then flashed her a cheeky grin. Black Hat cackled raspingly, basking in his glory.