Hushed Willows panacea

She's aware, through the heated focus of her task, of the man's efforts to keep the cat distracted. Such a ploy can only work for so long, destined to fail with Antha's success in her endeavor, but she forges ahead nonetheless. The skin gives beneath her crushing bite, loosening and freeing dark entrails and bright blood — and just like that, the man's distraction becomes irrelevant. The beast shrieks, painfully ear-piercing, full of fury and agony. It's on her in an instant, but she's already moving. She feels teeth sinking into the back of her thigh as it turns again to follow, claws grazing her flank in an attempt at gripping her and holding her in place. This time she snaps at massive hind paws as she slips out of its grasp and whips back around, the pair moving in a haphazard circle for a moment. It's her turn to distract, now.