Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

astara's teeth came up empty yet again, but then, so did valour's. his shout had her recoil with a hiss, like a cobra struck from its sunning spot. ears pinned, she watched his moves hawkishly -- and then when she had believed she measured his movements enough, she struck.

like a viper astara lunged for his flank as he pulled back, teeth grappling his exposed side. she did not draw blood this time, but managed to pull plenty of fur -- which she spat out in an unsavory motion, eyes trained for his next move.