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Sov felt the tang of blood splash across her tongue, as well as her fur. 
Then the teeth of her opponent going for her injured foreleg-!

Anger fuelled the Crown Prince as she aimed her teeth for the base of Shey's skull, where if she was able to bite down with enough force, assuming she hit, she might unknowingly hit a vital part of his spinal column. 
A blow like that may kill him if it connected in the right spot, but she didn't know that yet. All she wanted in the moment was to bite down and get enough of his nape to thrust him away from the healing forelimb.

Bloodthirst and adrenaline continued to thrum in her veins like liquid fire.