Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

12/30 -- 4

A sharp pain blossomed at her rib cage and she felt the blood well from the teeth that had scored and dug deep. She growled in absolute fury as her white fur began to change to the color of the little redbird.

But she sunk her teeth deeper into his flesh and would tear it from his body if she had too. If she died, she was taking this bastard with her. And then when he met hell, she'd be the screaming bitch in his ear.

She used her paws to scrabble upwards to anchor herself for moer leverage so that when she did pull from him, she took the biggest chunk of his sorry hide she could