Bearclaw Valley our love, it's broken

oh right, right—no leaving her belly open. belly and throat, those were weak points. but beyond curling herself up into a ball, like one of those pill-bugs, how on earth is she to accomplish guarding both of them? she supposes she must be quick. quick enough that any strike will do minimal damage.

recoiling from the nips, Avicus twists away, bringing herself back down to the ground. two can play at this game; she flattens herself and snaps her teeth near the flesh that joins one of her mother's forelegs and her belly.

but carefully. . .carefully. she does not want to draw (much) blood.