Hideaway Strath moonlight casted upon sinner's skin

Success had never tasted sweeter, the wine of the girl's dark blood painting her lips and staining her tapering muzzle. Moments later a new pain made itself known as Whrist's canines clenched around one of her forepaws, overshadowing her brief triumph as her toes were crushed together beneath pale skin and fur. A sharp gasp whistled through Aerin's teeth where they remained locked around the raven's ear, a sound that was painted with hues of rage and edged with a hint of panic -- the not so irrational fear of having her digits amputated entering her mind. 

She held on for only a few seconds longer, stubbornly grinding her own weaponized incisors a tad deeper -- take that! Then, the seelie spat the ear out with an angry huff of a breath, her thin hindlegs drawing up underneath her and striking out with sudden force. She aimed to land a harsh kick in the tender underbelly of her opponent, hoping it would cause the shadewolf to release her paw and knock her off.