Coconut Grove I'm gonna fight the moon

As she dug into his head, white fur stained red but nothing vital was struck, not from up there at least. As she stumbles around, even with her harder drip around his neck, he shakes and digs into his own attack on her neck. He had firmer ground, digging his claws into the ground and keeping his center gravity low by bending his knees and elbows just enough to stop him from toppling over with her - he'd continue his assault despite the pain he felt on his head. It was minor in comparison to the parcel he was currently protecting. What were a few more scars to add to his collection anyway? Thrashing his head with the attempt to keep his grip on her neck to fling her around if not rip into that tender flesh further.