Hideaway Strath where is my mind?

Despite the frantic thrashing, Leigh did all she could to keep Sasha within her grasp. Teeth clamped down with a firm bite, the woman did her best to refrain from ripping out a chunk of flesh while also maintaining a strong hold. It seemed that this plan had worked, and her attack had left the golden wolf desperate. But apparently Sasha had other plans, and within an instant the she-wolf could feel the weight shifting, their bodies tipping over.

The impact upon the ground was rough, but another full grown wolf falling on top of her ribs was just a cherry on top. Air being forced from her lungs, chest feeling crushed and bruised. Leigh was determined to keep her fangs wrapped around the whore's neck, but she was practically gasping for oxygen and found herself letting go with a sharp inhale.

A few coughs escaped her maw, and she knew that she'd have to plan another strike and regain her grip on her opponent. But the woman was still struggling to breathe, and her bones ached. Eagerly snapping at Sasha's face, it seemed that she wouldn't be able to land another bite. But she definitely tried.