Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

Some might have been irritated being charged with the biting end if the beast, but not Simmik; she was glad for the challenge, and it showed in the widening of her grin and the gleam in her fiery eyes. She offered him a nod, and then waited for her opportunity to grab hold of the creature. 

Donovan clamped on to the animal's leg, stealing all of its attention and giving her the perfect chance to grab her end. She lunged forward and snapped her jaws shut around the back of its neck just as it went for Donovan again. It flung its head back and forth, protesting her hold and causing her to lose her grip. It took that opportunity to snap back at her, teeth grazing her cheek. Blood stained the fur there, but she didn't even register the pain. She clamped her teeth around the back of the angry creature's neck once more, this time holding on tighter so that when it tried to free itself again, she was expecting and and held on. 

Her gaze shot to him, asking if he was ready, as the beast struggled within their hold. Her body shifted to each side as she tried to keep her hold, and then she threw her weight back and pulled.