Haunted Wood I should probably know this shit by now, but no.

In any fight, be it for practice or life and death, there was little time to think. Tzila learned that from her last attack, which gave Serem the chance to act. It was almost entirely instincts - any decisions had to be made in a fraction of a second, and wisely. 

Letting out a snarl not of rage but of thrilled pleasure, she turned to angle her shoulder up and into the weight of Serem, to try and avoid being pinned. As she did, she craned her neck to the left, reaching around to grab and bite down on an ear, if Serem didn't pin it out of reach quickly enough.