Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

like a fired glock, the bulky female lurched in place at the slasher screech coming from behind her. 

whipping her head around with all its skin and drool, wolverine still gripped tight in her teeth, she was greeted with the trashing advance of a young wolf - coming at her with the sort of motion and expression that made her sluggish brain fire off rabies!

but the body was quicker. teeth occupied, gun replied to the attack by lowering her head, letting the wolf's face crash into the broadness of her skull. there wasn't much on her own side to be shaken. gun let the wolverine drop and gaped her maws to close around the perfectly-legally-and-morally-justified assaulter--

when something big and heavy crashed into her side, tipping the dog's low center of balance and sending them both rolling on the ground, gun herself briefly turtled on her back, exposing ample bite targets.

she kicked her hindlegs to throw off the new attacker.