Spotted Eagle Mountain I'm good at letting go

She lunged forward. An instinctive move for most, but unfortunate for the smaller opponents. They had no advantage — only tooth and claw to do what damage they could afford.
As was her target, the girl's teeth met his shoulder. The sting was minimal, but it offered enough adrenaline to engage him and dismiss the former concern.
Extending over the smaller frame below him, the mazoi reached to grip her scruff. If to manage a hold, his plan was to swing her back and forth through the air with a goal to wind her. She was small enough, so the air would carry her easily and force her strength to subdue. They would be decently rough shakes, but not aggressive enough to cause any true damage.