Hideaway Strath And I'll call you when the party's over

The wind was not helpful today. It carried scents away from her, and so she hadn't picked up on the Overseer's approach until it was too late. She heard thudding paws in the snow, and turned just in time to take the full force of the other woman's impact. She was slammed to the ground, teeth sinking into her shoulder. Anger seared red hot in her gut. All she could think was that she had life inside her that depended solely on her for safety and comfort, and this bitch was a threat to them. 

She snarled and twisted in her hold, teeth ripping her skin even more, but she had long ago learned to compartmentalize pain. She was no easy target. She would attempt to get her muscular rear legs under Nyra and thrust them up with all the force she could muster. And given the chance, she would snap furious teeth in the other woman's direct and seek to connect with flesh and tear into it just as Nyra had done to her.