Whitefish River Life Itself

She had successfully gone under and to his side! She was feeling good until - a surprised yelp escaped her as his teeth grazed her gently. Quickly she moved back, using her agility to gain some ground between them by backing away behind him. Not in pain, in sheer shock that it was all happening so dang fast.  He has a blindside? She asked herself perhaps a little too loud, honestly wasn't aware that he had a blindside at all! She thought perhaps his odd-colored eyes were his a trait of his, not from an illness. She would remember this. 

This time she quickly moved over to his right, she would try to remain here by watching his footing... Moving with him like a shadow until the opportunity arose. If she could not go for a limb, maybe she could go somewhere that he would have a hard time reaching? At least she thought. With a leap, she attempted to hop onto his right side, between his shoulder and back and gently bite where the shoulder blades meet.

Whether her actions met their target - she was off, kicking off him before he could use his weight to throw her off - if she had missed... it would be an embarrassing crash to the ground (feel free to roll this if you want in the table top!!).