Moonspear I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

Aha! Mira detested the feeling of tongues on her face, mother, sister, brother, whoever- but having her own saliva on someone else for once was a welcomed change. She squeezed down her infantile fangs into the paw, until she felt her opposite end being sandwiched, and then- a nibble. It was not severe, but so far she was used to a fairly cushioned life, her only fighting partners being other children. So Mira yelped in surprise, and then came a little growl that rumbled low in her throat. It was not worth it to hang onto this paw any longer. She released her grip, freeing herself from the sandwhich on one end, and curving her bean body back around to rear up with jaws wide at her enemy, his snout.