Bearclaw Valley some kind of madness

The struggle continued and he did not seem to learn. The priest was patient and held him in place. However, as he had a lack of fight in him she realised he must be up to something. As soon as she realised what he was doing did the priest let go of his scruff and she moved towards his nose, fully aiming to sink her teeth around his nose and into the delicate flesh of his lips and mouth to force the prize out of it. She was not soft in this; she did not care if she drew blood to teach him a lesson.