Shadow Mountain all dressed up for a hit and run

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fangs lodged in her scruff, tearing her head away from the weak hold on his leg. she was brought brief satisfaction by the faint taste of blood, satisfaction that was wiped away when the man began to whip his head back and forth. great tears opened up across her nape, and she snarled wildly as pain blossomed there. 

again, she made a move for his leg - she'd noticed the wounds that gathered there, and her wild lunge found purchase. in an effort to have him release her, she pulled backward with all her might, seeking to break, to tear and to rip at his wrist and paw. they were tender, weak areas, and her fangs found them eagerly.

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