Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

tufts of fur still clung to her tongue as valour sprung for her; this time she did not have time to evade. he made a tenacious bid for her scruff, and he was successful. astara bucked as pain seared through her, but she was not one to back down so easily.

she swung her jaws towards him in the attempt to discourage his teeth from digging in deeper -- all she got in return was empty air. he had just the right vantage, just the right amount of leverage -- any time she made a move for a leg or chest, he was easily out of range.