Haunted Wood This girl clearly has a disturbed brain. I'd love to remove it

neither retreated, nor did they yield. her grip remained sure, even as his own jaws clamped down on the thickening ruff around her throat. a stalemate, then. each had the other's throat in their jaws, and even as her mind ran through ways to break it, the seconds ticked by. 

she chuffed, simple signal to signal the end, here, and stepped back should he so allow. grin etched into her muzzle, auds pressed forward as she regarded her mentor. "I'm getting better." a moment more of short conversation, and then the two part ways, the girl heading for the innermost territories.