Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

they struggle, slashing fangs and terrible snarls the only sound. it becomes apparent that she is starkly at a disadvantage, though where fear, panic, should come, there is only more anger. in her struggle, jaws tear further through the skin of her nape; a wild, savage sound akin to a roar escapes her as she attempts one final surge, driving her jaws straight for the eye she'd just missed, uninhibited in her rage.