Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Slowly, slowly, the wolverine was pulling itself out of River's grip, and no matter how hard she tried to keep her jaws clamped down on its nape, her position felt weaker and weaker as the seconds ticked on. Her hip burned beneath a scoring of the mustelid's claws as they raked her, using the new leverage to turn its body almost completely around.

She could see its wet, stinking jaws opening wide to maul the side of her face, and she knew that if she let go, the teeth would only reach her faster.

The building pressure was relieved in that moment, and she saw Figment's dark muzzle pulling back the beast's head, leaving its neck exposed. The huntress did not hesitate. She released the scruff and craned her entire body to dole a merciless bite to the wolverine's jugular. Hot, panic-driven blood sprayed across her face, temporarily blinding her, but River did not let go until the writhing body had given out completely.

She dropped the carcass with a gasp and pulled the remainder of her limbs from under the limp body. Fuck, she hooted, giving herself an intense shake that sent flecks of blood flying. These things are much stronger than they look. I thought I was about to lose an eye. Oh, the irony. Thanks for keeping my face intact.