Whitefish River Ask Me Why

Finally, he had a moment where victory was almost in his grasp. She was on the ground and his teeth were loosely around the base of her chin. There was a desire to snap down and tear away, to end it permanently - but he didn't. The feeling was fleeting and he was just about to let go until the feeling of paws hitting that tender wound on his belly pushed him back again. Her momentum alone was enough to have Vespera slipping from his grip, teeth clicked in empty air as they desperately tried to regain their hold.

His breath grew heavy as plumes of white continuously snaked from his maw with every breath, even his legs were beginning to feel numb from the wounds taking their effect. But once more there was an oddity to him. A split second as he continued to stare at her, his ears fell flat in an expression of regret. It was only a moment, blink and it was gone - blink and he was on the move already. Slower than before, but just as determined. 

It was not a lunge, but he still reached out to try and grab hold of the side of her neck, where the scruff was just thick enough to protect, before the shoulder met the neck. Instead of trying to grapple her down again, should he succeed, would just stand there instead. Breathless. Huffing. From fatigue or something else... whatever the reason, his breathing held weight to it.