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Her jaws had succeeded in cutting through his fur and skin. The yellow-eyed predator released her leg, and she felt both an alleviation of pain and the __ of pain. Heat wrapped about her thigh, brought on by the blood and by her body’s angry reaction the wound itself. Her rump was allowed to fall upon the earth, and the she-wolf immediately turned her body about, careful to keep her leg lifted from the ground and off the weight of her body that would cause her to buckle or to be momentarily unable to respond. The white orbs shone fiercely as she found that gaze, watching as the emotions seemed to shift and change in those yellow eyes. And from that distance, the wound upon his head looked worse than it was, as all head wound were. The blood flowed freely as she knew the blood upon her leg must, falling generously upon the earth that even now sought to be quenched. The earth was thirsty. It drank their blood.
Thunder growled menacingly above the two challengers, the lightning having already flashed its anger. Just as she knew how vulnerable he had made her, the male knew that he had gained the upper hand. Never the less, the woad warrior snarled—she would not back down and could not. She would kill him or fall. It was the way of a warrior. She only had a moment to steady herself before the brute charged her, his full brute force crashing into her smaller form. Inevitably, the black female fell beneath him. Pain shot through her leg and neck. She snarled. Lying there beneath him, she recognized that primal posturing of dominance and submission, and deep within her the instinct resisted. The wolf did not wish to be inferior. The brute’s jaws, however, urged otherwise as he pinned her there, snapping at her neck and face. For a brief moment, as the warrior gathered herself, she struggled only to avoid the worse of those attacks.
There—she saw an opening and took it immediately before it could slip from her grasp. With a measure of strength, the female pushed herself up against his weight, her jaws opening with timed precision and clamping down upon his neck. Cwmfen snarled as she tasted the fresh blood, the frenzy of Nemain renewed within her. She tore at it, knowing that if she did not escape from him soon, she would be dead. And she knew that she could not die yet—there was still much for her to do. With his flesh in her jaws, the warrior clamped down, the pressure of her jaws upon him increasing. Her woad bound paws pushed up against the predator’s chest, attempting to break up the primal frenzy that over took him now. If only she could adjust her grip upon that neck, she could kill him and end the battle there. But his movements did not allow her to do so, and she was left to simply tear his flesh open.