Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

With the same teeth she had slaughtered prey, torn hide from trespassers, and carried her children. Now, as she clasped her husband's throat she felt the thrill of having his pulse ebb against her fangs, careful still not to clamp down though the ticking in her jaw begged to snap shut like a beartrap. Their marriage transformed daggers into flowers, so such savage instincts could be curbed. 

He knew she could not kill him, but he pulled back regardless- to continue his onslaught! His hot breath singed the fur of her brow, teeth raked through thick, gold fur, and his claws lifted neat furrowed rows beneath goosepimpled flesh. Ameline sought the same, rising with him, striking with frenzied blows with the pride of a woman who would not deny herself the chance to best her husband.