Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

Teeth met flesh.
 
Brief and fleeting.
 
He snarled. Snapped.
 
Her paw found his chest and she lunged, suddenly, forwards and upwards. Daighre lunged in return, his jaws parted and gaping, and one front leg raised to bore down on her shoulders and spine and take her to the ground.
 
She aimed for his face, his nose.
 
Daighre aimed for hers.
 
His mouth met hers—his aiming low, and hers aiming high—teeth scraping teeth.