Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

His hold on her is fading fast as she wildly thrashes about in an attempt to get him off. She throws caution to the wind, perhaps knowing he won’t bite down hard enough to actually prevent her from shaking him off. Still either way, he has to contemplate his next move. Even as she’s bounding away and gathering herself, he hardly gives her any time to rest before he’s on her again. 

Springing forward his jaws meet her shoulder. Giving her a solid punch that may or may not bring blood to the surface. A minor wound, nothing to be afraid of. Though he knows the attack could leave him vulnerable.