Gyrfalcon's Keep where does the moon go in the morning?

Her eyes widen, as if they may pop from her head, as he pushed down harder against her throat. He pushes into her trachea. She squirms but her movements are rigid and her brain feels fuzzy. The pressure in her that causes her to lurch but he releases his paw in the same moment and she sucks in a long breath, wheezing heavily shortly after. It takes a long moment before her head is off the ground and she’s able to stand, feeling dizzy. Her legs stumble, hobbling a step or two and eventually regains her footing.
 
With her head low to the ground, sides heaving raggedly as she stares at him. Her lips curl to reveal an uneven set of teeth and her legs lock into launch, throwing herself forward with teeth intent to bite whatever she can. Fuck this dude.