into the calm and the quiet

The runt was a little dissapointed when her attack missed, although it was to be expected, especially with someone as experienced as Wyeth. She wildly shook her forepaw, his attack only seeming to dig deeper in with each struggle, but she yanked her paw out from his fangs with a pained little yelp. Runt didn't let his taunt throw her off guard or make her attack quickly, although her next attack was clumsy, as none of her attacks were that great. Runt leaped, aiming towards his tail. Sure, it wasn't vital, but a good hard tug on it with your fangs hurt. It hurt even more if your tail was torn off, but of course she wouldn't do that. An image flashed in her mind, frozen in time, an image of Jupiter's tail in mid-tear. About to be viciously ripped off, spraying blood on everyone. She shook her head slightly, trying to forget it. If her fangs landed, she would bite into his tail and give it a tug.