Redtail Rise whose woods these are I think I know

if the woman flinched, Avicus couldn't tell. no resistance to her attack—instead, sharp clacks in the air, bursts near her face; the woman baring her teeth and warding her away from her soft underbelly. she feels a catch upon her muzzle, blood blooming, and can't help but bare her fangs in a grin:

impressive.

she tries one more tack, wheeling away and circling, as if she were to take the wolf from behind;

then surging forward, leaping, jaws aimed for the flesh where neck met shoulder, hoping to drag her mock-opponent down thanks to brute strength and the element of surprise in combination.