Venemous Bitches

A sadistic grin spread across her face as she felt her chest slamming into the yearling's and even though Amunet knew she'd be feeling those bruises later she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her. There was an awkward and uncomfortable clang of fangs off of fangs and out of instinct more than anything else Amunet took a few stumbling steps back, as she did so blunted claws scrapped along her right foreleg, near the top of her humerus. With a snarl she arced her neck to her right, gaping jaw this time aimed at Nephthys' extended left foreleg, she hoped to land a grip on the limb near the middle of the yearling's radius.

At the same time she attempted to pivot on her toes, seeking end up standing near parallel of Nephthys' left side, hoping to slam her hips into the fleshy area of the yearling's side, at the stomach.