Firefly Glen sorry for staring, but

She stumbled back and he came forward, eager to fill the space she'd emptied- determined that he was making her fearful, until her mouth seized open and she leapt with rage. In that moment his navy eyes widened with shock momentarily, and his instincts proved too slow as she came tumbling into him. Fangs met the flesh of his shoulder and breast; searing pain shot out from the point of impact. He winced, stumbled, snarled like a feral animal- and pulled himself to his wobbly legs once more. He did not look a king, nor a baron, just a bloodied man with a crazed look to him. He shot once more around her, hoping to snag her somewhere along the haunches with his fangs if he could. 

I'll probably draw him out/have him give up/get pinned my post after this, does that work for you?