This Thread Is Going To The Dogs

Mæva was surprised that the man wasn't interested in the kill but she didn't have much time to think about why that would be, apart from him desiring some exercise. She scrambled to the side as another of the wild dogs leapt at her but she wasn't quite quick enough. It bit onto her chest but this would prove a costly mistake for her own jaws dove down, seizing hold of the wild dogs face in such a way that her bottom teeth pierced one of its eyes. The dog squealed and thrashed, slipping out of her grip as he stumbled backwards. Mæva snarled viciously, glad that at least this time she was close in size to her attackers.