Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

When not even nipping at the male's hindquaters seemed to work — especially when he seemed magically to know where she was and how to avoid her, even with his back turned and the male cumbersome in his jaws — Moorhen decided to go the more direct route and aim for his throat. The swarthy harridan was further compelled to act when she and the male were joined by two more with intent on releasing him from the brindled wolf.

Without a growl or a snarl, Moorhen lunged for the male's neck, hoping to make a grab for his jugular. Since the male was a bit bigger than her, she was a little concerned that her grip would not be sure, and that she might only rend flesh instead of arteries, but at least going for his throat should be more distracting to him than going for his hindquarters. And, since she herself was something of a warrior, she thought she stood considerable chance of damaging him.