Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

It was satisfying to feel her teeth tear through flesh—to feel the intruder's warm blood fill her mouth; it felt like justice for the invasion of what was supposed to be her safe place. There had been too many invasions lately, and this time she was able to do something about it. But he was strong and agile, and managed to maneuver himself free from her hold but not without worsening the injury she had dealt him. His own teeth had ripped into the flesh of her shoulder during his attempt to break free, and they tore open the skin as they slid off. 

She ignored the sting of her injury and readied herself to lunge at him again, only to be momentarily distracted by the arrival of another—Mal; he was quick to throw himself in the fight, connecting teeth with the trespassers hip. Simmik took her chance then and jumped back in, aiming for whatever part of him she reached first and planning to tear more holes in his flesh. At the very least, she wanted to keep Mal from getting injured, so she would try to deal with the teeth end while he took care of the rest.