Redtail Rise [M] Ah but working too hard can give you a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack

She clipped his head with her teeth and the glancing blow made him squint a second, the eye on that side glossing over, and when his vision cleared she was scything at his ear. He couldn't stop her - and in the next instance those teeth cut through the base of it, staining the top of his head with fresh blood and making him shriek a not-too-masculine sound.

He pulled back then, shoving off the deeper, more compacted dirt and feeling the muddy layer sag beneath the effort. A few more of those quick pushes, and he uprooted himself and backed away from her to a ledge (he couldn't tell if it was stone or dirt or roots, but it didn't matter, only that he wasn't slipping for a second). Feeling confident for that moment, Glawackus stood proudly there and stared imperiously down to where the girl was stuck —

— only to slip down the other side, stumbling back and going groin-first down against a pile of debris on the other side. The ground was much softer, as if the ledge had been a retaining wall for a slick patch of the swamp he had not counted on, so he plunged waist-deep in to the standing water and was left to scramble with his forelegs.