Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

Bone was immediatley shoved from Grimnir. She stumbled, almost falling, but regaining her balance in a reasonable amount of time to keep up with him. Suddenly something haunted her bicolor eyes, making them look wild. A small white smile flashed across her charcoal face before she took a mighty leap. Her smile was gone, though now her teeth were bared in a soundless snarl. She was aiming for his throat, to bite down on it. Not nipping, but not tearing his throat out. Just enough to draw a bit of blood, if she landed where she wanted.