Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

His teeth sink into the female's shoulder. He can feel her move in to bite his side. He shifts out of the way. With her shoulder in his jaws, he bites down harder. Pushing off on his hind-legs, he shoves her forward attempting to throw her on the ground. The thought of her on the ground beneath him excites him a little. He will drive her off after this though. Force her away from the pack boundaries. This fight isn't calling to him. That confuses him. He wants to be done with it. Done with her. Sink back into the dark trees of his territory.