Hideaway Strath Stand Beside Me, Or Get Out Of My Way

Paws to the cheeks like this didn't exactly feel great. But, Kynareth had taught her well so far, especially concerning fighting through high levels of pain.

The gold-laced wolfdog was successfully ambushed, though not for long before she herself started thrashing and biting.

Nyra did not relent, snapping at Sasha's face, aiming to leave deep, angry gashes wherever her teeth made contact on her. 
Even if it didn't end up being her face.
Neck, throat, shoulders, legs, chest, ribs, flanks, stomach, ears, tail--

As long as this harlot was left weeping blood from deep wounds, and half-dragging her weight around during the recovery process - Nyra would be content.