Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

She had clearly angered the nightmare, and she didn’t care if he was referring to himself or her...it was his fault for turning his back onto an opponent; cockiness or no. But she was pleased she got her desired result and noted his lack of regained breath. It was then she glimpsed his snapping ivories amongst the black shimmering blue.

Flicker was about to turn onto the male, but not before he seethed a string of words in a tounge she didn’t recognise and stopped her in her path of renewed wrath. 

By the time she’d remembered him a searing pain shot through her shoulder as his ivories clamps into her. The scarlet cloaked wolfess barked sharply in protest; she didn’t attack him with teeth, but she could mull over that after he was detached.

She twisted her autumn muzzle towards him with a growl that emerged from her ending bark and snapped her own ivories to his face, as close to his eye as she dared, in an attempt to make him let go with her need of ripping herself from his grip. 
If he did indeed let go her aim was to jump sideways away from a renewed attack then drive towards him to clamp him in her jaws, her attack aimed more towards his scruff. If she missed, then she would miss and her catch would be the empty air.