Redsand Canyon ornatus

With a small mouthful of dark fur, which she spat out, she hadn't expected the clip at her muzzle. She cried out, more in shock than in pain. Her first instinct was to return the blow, but Germanicus had distanced himself. The he was at her in a rush. Invading her personal bubble. Taken aback by the abruptness of his move, she was too slow to evade the clutch of his jaws around her nape.

Now in a rather difficult position, scruffed, she struggled to think. But, found that she needn't. She tried letting herself go down naturally, with the momentum. She snapped at what she could; his chest, neck or leg. Whichever was closest to her that she could reach.