Silverlight Terrace Surrender to your heart

There was one upon her already, snarling and nipping. The fire-graved woman rose up with jaws wide and clashed them together again next to her attacker; missing. Her back legs were pushing up, forcing her forward but she was quickly downed again. Releasing a snarl of her own, she had no choice but to settle into a brawl. 

Turning her ivories again on the dark shape, she sought to attach to anything, a leg, a shoulder; hell even a tail would do. But the sound of another, larger than the first, was fast approaching. The golden man? She released a guttural snarl, attempting to ward off her attackers.