Snowforest Taiga From a fortune of fisher king

her teeth scrape his chest and now the man finds himself bleeding with shikoba. he pulls away and words are sprayed from his black lips, though they fall upon deaf ears. his smile is a loud enough message to shikoba that he intends to find a way beneath her skin; she doesn't say a word. 

perhaps she really was afraid, for she had a foreign man attacking her and drawing her blood, whether it was done with purpose or not. she has faced death too many times in her life to take these threats to her safety lightly. the hellcat had done enough maiming to make shikoba wary of her body and the bodies of others. this man is no different than the spineless outcasts who sought her family during her years in the desert.

she watches him closely, moving her own feet to ensure he cannot surprise her. with his thundering charge to her once again, the woman lowers her head to protect the windpipe that keeps her alive. her hackles remain flagged as the man searches for something else to grace his teeth. this time, she does not intend to sidestep. lowering her body, she sees him reach for her shoulder, but the woman instead body slams against him with her barrel, as if she was a bronc throwing a buck off to the side. 

she hopes this is enough to stop his oncoming force, and while she feels teeth on her side, it is thankfully a few inches behind her shoulder. now she must be quick; the woman soon reaches for a leg to trip him up and off of her body, he was starting to feel like a leech.