Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

She succeeds; but perhaps she has gone too far. Hind legs come for her in a defensive bash, and she does not swoop free without gaining a clip beneath her ribs.
Her frustration is evident in the wild flash of her tongue from between black lips, spine arched as she careens backward. A breather, before she aims again for the thick skin at the junction of his neck with eager teeth, glittered with a thin sheen of saliva.
No more games.