Duskfire Glacier Straight up

Adrenaline numbed the lesions inflicted by Adlartok's shallow bite, dogma absolute. Her driving conviction permitted the passage of such insanity — to snuff out the small wick. Yet, Tuwawi believed herself completely lucid, unaffected by the youth's fresh blood staining her pelt's lighter shades. The red crest along her back stood on end like a vibrant flame... but now her throat was equally ablaze, decorated by Adlartok's forced donation.

The juvenile wormed beneath her hold, snarling viciously despite his precious position, and Tuwawi felt no shame when she sliced into him a second time. Her fangs made quick work of his skin, puncturing the child's soft hide like a knife through butter. Not even his relentless movement could remove the ember's tenacious grip upon his nape, far too consumed by her objective.

The boy bit, but his efforts to seize a shoulder were fruitless. Tuwawi buffered his attack with a sudden shift of her weight and brought up a bloodied paw to rake across his unmarred face. She attempted to adjust her grip around his neck, jaws widening to secure his throat betwixt them - a hold to swiftly strangle her target.

Tuwa succeds in biting his nape. Adlartok tries to defend himself but can't get a grip on the skilled Tuwawi. She tries to rake her nails across his face and then adjusts her grip on his neck with the intention to strangle/bleed him out.