Hideaway Strath I got friends in low places

A sickening growl erupts from his maw as the young girl whips around to face him. His grip on her silky, white fur menacing and dangerous — deadly. Though when her teeth connect with his face and head he growls a second time, but worse this time as pain is laced with her moment. Her teeth slash two, twin gashes through the meat of his forehead, narrowly avoiding the surface of his eye and down his cheek. All the while her bottom jaws mercilessly cut through the underside of his throat and jaw.

Blood is quick to turn white fur red, as does the wound on his face. He’s not stupid, he won’t sit idly and let her slice up his face. So as her second snap lashes out at him, he pulls back but she still rakes down the side of his muzzle. Cutting over wrinkled, whiskered lips and he rips himself back. Launching himself towards the back of her body, surely she’d already be following him. 
If she does he’d lunge back towards her, hopping about a foot in the air and landing on top of her. They’d go crashing down to the ground.
If not he’d back away and go on the defensive himself, blood dripping from his wounds like a horror movie. A wild look in his molting hot, lava eyes.