Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

When Luna stumbled, she'd quickly regain her balance and turn to face him again. He was fast — faster than she expected for his size — so it would be foolish to try to underestimate his speed again, it was acknowledged. Lunaria didn't learn that lesson quick enough however because before she'd been able to register anything, a wall of brindle was once again caving into her. This time, it was from a blind spot, and before the dark fae could turn to look a sharp yelp exited her chords. He'd bit down on her thigh, not enough to do serious damage, but it still smarted like a mother fucker.

Her crown snapped backwards to face the large sire while his molars still clamped on her hind, hopping on the foot which supported the opposite leg a few times before launching it backwards like a rocket. Luna meant to kick the center of his forehead to blind him for a moment and would've accomplished this if her aim wasn't so off. Instead, her foot barely missed the side of his cheek and the target was out of reach once again.