Fox's Glade Into my garden

Had it not been for the fact that the dark woman too was just as small and petite, Rosina wouldnt have stood a chance one on one. She had never been a woman of brute force, for obvious reasons and she was far better at either using her sharp tongue or quick feet to get her out of scraps like this then into them. Usually, be it as it may, when Rosina did use her jaws it was against those far younger, as less capable of fighting themselves. 

So when Oryx did snap back, Rosina jumped away quick and out of reach. Though the taste of the woman's blood excited her, riled her, and so when given the opportunity again Rosina would strike forth. Her mouth crunched down on a single, thin skinned ear of the woman and content was the wicked little witch to rip it right off Oryx' pretty little head.