Dragoncrest Cliffs snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop

Floundering for only seconds in the air, she had nothing to throw up against his sudden assault; a blink of her eyes, and a hefty forearm pressed her into loam by the shoulders. Her chin promptly met earth, too, and half of her neck was in his mouth. A mere curse of “Dracu!” left her own.

She didn’t let herself think; with a sharp flick of her head, she hoped to - (lightly) - snag the wrist that wasn’t holding her down. So focused on her goal, she wasn’t aware whether her scruff had been freed or not. A guttural whine of frustration left her nonetheless.