Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

eep, i'm so sorry for the wait on this.

her attack on his shoulder hit though she did not draw blood ( and really that wasn't the point ) but she did take with her some loose fur. he counters with a shove of his shoulder and it hits; forcing her to stagger back from the force of impact. their gazes locked for a hairsbreadth of a moment; silver and yellow. his snap at her elbow takes her off guard and hits, his teeth drawing across her flesh.

drawn in close as they are, though her body tenses to put distance between them she fights the primal instinct to regroup and instead aims to land a lash of her teeth upon his neck while he is presumably distracted at her elbow.