[M]Welcome to the freak show

Even as her jaws clack together with a sharp and empty sound, Vianni feels him retreat and she tries to follow his motions. He was fast however, and the beast was on her before she could blink. The searing grasp on her middle caused a white hot rage to pour through her, his hips lining up to make the ultimate claim of dominance. His teeth punished her skull and pinned her, pressure increasing on her head not a thought when her untouched body was about to be taken. She went wild in his grasp, thrashing and throwing herself in any direction she could to wrench herself free from his fangs. Two long scratches formed on either side of her head like a bloody crown, the pain throwing her into a frenzy and the scent of fresh blood blossomed in the air. She twisted, letting herself fall to her back, but this was not submission. Should his hold be broken or not she would be poised to strike.

Snaking her head up with those awful pearly knives pointed at his face and cheeks, she throws a series of rapid fire snaps and roars her indignation at him. Hoping to back him down, she rose to her paws, Corvus having been shocked to silence at having seen his mom forced to take a defensive position as if she were fighting a bear. Obviously his mother needed to concentrate, and so he returned his focus to the meat and let the wolves handle themselves. Small spots of blood welled up on her head as she hoped to be facing the devil, exhilarated and excited, Vianni waves her tail once again. She smiles at him, daring him to try again. Her body hummed with excitement as she trembled and danced on her paws. She should be facing him on her paws now, her tail stiffly waving in the air and that defiant look still firmly on her face.