Redsand Canyon I prefer the pain, you tellin’ me

The woman's feet are planted firmly in the ground, though her focus was reserved for her bite placed upon Donovan's shoulder. She was a balanced wolf if she tried, but in this moment she was far too occupied to care about coordination.

When her friend releases his own grip on her, there is a second of relief that washes over the she-wolf. Leigh could still feel the lingering pain, but the weight of a heavy jaw was no longer an issue. Now free, she considered removing her teeth from from the other wolf's flesh to aim for a better bite, but she was once again too slow. Before the woman could even loosen her hold, there was a sudden pressure against her legs.

But she wouldn't let Donovan's plan succeed in the way he hoped. With her teeth still wrapped around his shoulder, she'd indeed stumble and fall, but she'd bring him down with her. Using his own weight against him.