A jab back would have been better than his seething. All she wanted was the truth but it looked like she wasn’t getting it. A heated stare would be her answer, and she wasn’t at all pleased with that. But she said nothing else or rather she couldn’t. Whatever sting was held on her tongue was choked back as the body of pure muscle charged into her knocking her back flat into the snow. Her outrage was withheld instantly as sharp incisors tore at her face filling her mind with pain and red.
The searing pain was made minimal by the flood of adrenaline throughout her body, with instinct driving her to retaliate. But she could smell the blood and felt the fine rivulets stream down her face as clearly as she felt the snow seeping into her back. Hastily she brought an arm up to guard her wounded maw, snarling from behind its cover as she aimed a slash with her free arm across his face in ward of the beast’s attack.