Redhawk Caldera Ten things you didn't know

When she caught a hold of him, she bit down as hard as she could and gritted her jaws together. She did not release when he dipped his shoulder to pull away, and instead wrenched her head back. She felt a momentary resistance, before his skin tore, and he pulled away from her, leaving behind a strip of fur and skin in her jaws. She'd threatened earlier to eat him- but she wouldn't simply settle for his pelt. Pelts were used for lining the den so when the puppies made a mess, she could simply toss it out, and find another one. A red fur carpet like Reyes' would have been a nice accent to the den she shared with Phox. ..But not so nice she wouldn't toss it out once it got soiled, too. 

He shouted a threat and retaliated, thrusting his body against hers and causing her hind feet to skid backwards in the snow. He'd been on fairer ground, and using that to his advantage he managed to shove her backwards, snapping jaws and all, a good foot at least. The force of his skeleton against hers sent a shock of impact through her body and she released an ugly, horrible and loud caterwaul into the Caldera, where it would rebound off the rocky edges. 

In refusing to submit, he had pulled the last straw. Insubordination had never been tolerated by the Redhawks- and now that he chose to fight back, she knew she'd lured him into waters he wouldn't possibly be able to drag himself out of. She did not shy away from the fight- so she pivoted slightly, and lunged for the open wound on his shoulder again. In close proximity, she knew she endangered herself as well- but she was beyond considering what the fight was even worth. All she wanted was to see him shrivel, cry out, and beg for mercy.