Haunted Wood Crumble beneath me

Tzila was not caught unawares, which wasn't too surprising. She'd surely fought countless wolves with no morals nor ideals of fairness, wolves who'd do anything to win. And neither was he thrown off by her swift dodge, for he had years of experience under his belt. He backed up in anticipation of her counterattack, tucking his own chin in to make a favorable hold difficult. As she went in for such a bite, he sidestepped and guided her teeth lower on his neck - low enough to give him room to retaliate. As expected, her jaws were nonetheless not gentle.

Without giving her much time to calculate anything, Black Hat lunged for her throat with all of his weight. His teeth would drive deep into her flesh should his attack connect, though believe it or not, he was holding back. As he shoved, he'd rear and push with his forelegs in a most overwhelming attack. Hyper-offense was his defense.