Wapun Meadow we keep switched on, all through the night while we sleep

Teeth against teeth; the shadow meets his attack with a mirror of her own, and Zephyr is instantly filled with regret. One tooth snags his nose, another puncturing a lip and leaving a small tear in its wake. Blood fills his mouth, both his own and his opponent's, and he comes away coughing. Now he's pissed, and disinterested in entertaining this game any further. His next surge forward is a relentless flurry of snapping jaws, a brute strength charge in hopes of driving the woman off. He doesn't aim to make contact this time; any meeting of teeth and fur now would be pure accident on his part, unlikely to break skin. All he wants is to be left alone.