Trouble with a capital T

Delphi's anger blinds her. She doesn't see him kneel down and shove his cheek spurs toward her advancement. A shriek erupts from her as the spurs dig into her shoulder. Logically, she should have leaped back and made distance between them. But now, she didn't care. All she wanted was to hurt him and if that meant taking away something that helped him walk, she would make it happen. Even when he made to grab at her scruff, Delphi pushed forward. Her snapping jaws aimed at his legs, ankles, toes, paws, whatever she could reach before his own grabbed her and lifted her from the ground. What he didn't know was that her blood was... peculiar. She fondly called it spicy. A grin splays over her lips as she continues to thrash about his grip. Hoping to break her skin so he gets a mouthful of her tingling and not-so-good-tasting blood.