Redhawk Caldera Tread With Caution

Finding herself unable to shake off the predator latched to her throat, the she-wolf resorted to flailing at him with her forepaws. Peregrine squeezed his eyes shut to avoid having them poked, though her claws still scraped over his brows, eyelids and cheeks. She would certainly leave marks, though it was nothing he couldn't handle... and certainly it wasn't worth relinquishing his grip.

The blows continued to rain down and Peregrine growled thickly but maintained his death grip. He would hold on until the end.