Bearclaw Valley a tale of the ragged mountains

occupied as she is with her mother's leg, the teeth upon her back come as a surprise. she yelps, arching her spine and trying to wriggle away from the counterattack. okay, so that hadn't worked. what now?

growling, she rears up and starts to pummel her mother's ribs with her paws, nipping at the flesh of Astara's abdomen. if legs are a no-go, then perhaps the belly will do. but if her dam has this vulnerable area protected, then Avicus will fail again. this is harder than she thought.

briefly, she glances at her mother's throat. thinks of how Astara had squeezed death from the other woman. surely reaching the throat would win her the fight—

but death is irreversible. today she wants to learn. . .not kill.