Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

The throat grab was quite unexpected, especially from Nyra's own distance from the shadow's jaws. 

Personally though, Nyra didnt gloat about the colorlessness of her pelt to anyone, or even to herself. She was big. She was white. That's about as far as her view of her personal ""beauty"" goes. 

Still, the momentum from Whrist's twist gave her a slight edge - she forced herself to roll over the smaller female's back, quickly rolling back on her feet with Whrist pinned to the grass... and sinking her teeth as deep into Whrist's own tender throat as they could go without directly crushing her windpipe, popping a vital artery, or straight up ripping her throat out. 

Though by the way her jaws were steadily yet quickly applying that pressure - she might. 
Hard as it might've been to believe by her savagery and feralness...Nyra was still calm and not in Fight Or Flight.