Golden Glade Paint it black

Her throat was easily guarded with a duck of her head and a feral snarl, though she gave no counterblow. The other dove for her hind leg, and she allowed the fangs of the woman to fasten onto her hind limb, only to launch her own attack on her hind and tail, face twisted in anger.

she ignored the call, for she welcomed others, welcomed the chance to throw herself heedless into battle, without thought holding her back,  with only the new for fang to rip flesh.