Haunted Wood i love it when serial killers have a fun little thing

the male's head is wrenched to the dirt, but the rest of his body stays more or less upright. then he surges upward, her grip broken; but as she seeks to push her down from above he opens up his throat, chest. valuing those targets over getting out of the way, the warrior presses forward, aiming her fangs to sink into the soft underside of his muzzle, neck; if she lands her blow he will succeeded in pushing her down, but she will not relent her grip.

for a few moments longer they struggle, until the girl withdraws, auds pressed forward. his skills are commendable enough, she decides, and so she makes her goodbyes and sets off toward the inner territories.