Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

The outsider, unsurprisingly, fought back. Tzila was experienced enough to know that scuffles like these were hardly one sided. To make matters worse, she kept running her mouth. But at least her own attack had the desired effect, shoving the offenders face into the sand, making her cough and choke. 

Her struggles, as she scrambled for purchase in the sand, only fueled Tzila further. She clamped down harder around the loose skin of her scruff, shaking violently back and forth. She swung around so she was facing Strand head on, though in such a maneuver she may have possibly torn away fur from flesh. Briefly, she released her grip in the process, but immediately went back in for another bite. If that worked, she'd jerk her head back forcefully. Her hope was to flip her down, with her weight assisting her in rolling Strand on her back, or at least her side. If she succeeded in that, then she had a far crueler tactic in mind to finally subdue this pest.