Silver Creek takes two to tango

He was expecting her to shake her leg to free herself.
Or smack his face with her tail.
He was rather blindsided by her free leg connecting to his jaw.
He let go instantly, head whipping to the side.
Blood flooded his tongue where he'd bit it.
No problem, the sharp throb would fade.

She spun, awaiting his next attack.
He swallowed, composing himself.
He should feign on her, after making such bold moved she could do with a fakeout.

He drove towards her again, drifting to the left of her, looking like he'd drive for a foreleg.
But no.
He spun his teeth upwards towards her throat. Or face. Whatever he was met with, he'd tackle the issue as it came.

 

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