Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

The playful female switches tactics unexpectedly. She aims for his throat with teeth bared. He grins. Finally a true attack from her. Maybe not one as vicious as he would have liked, but one none the same. He allows her to connect with his flesh. The pain gives him pleasure. He pushes into her, looking to aim his bite on her shoulder. How would this fight end? His strong form would win against this small female. At this point his blood lust should have taken over. Demanded her death. But it was only simmering. Perhaps it was her refusal to fight. Still, it was probably a good thing.