Blackwater Islands When we’re both better at life

Fury gives silent, nonverbal thanks to his avoidance of her stomach, but her mind is still in the buzz of combat. As he traps her between his forelegs and bites at her face and neck, she snarls and aims teeth for his foreleg, furthering to an attempt at getting him on the ground as well, while she tries to maneuver herself in such a way he might trip over her own limbs, or something similar. 

A feral playfulness glinted in dangerous eyes.