Another one

The forest floor beneath her feet was quickly becoming slick with the grizzly's blood, soaking Vanta's paws as she moved to repositioned her stance. She did not shy from the gore, merely anchoring herself more firmly, her crystalline eyes sharply focused on the bear's movements.

She noticed the strangers head shaking vigorously, his serrated fangs a blur of motion as he danced across the battlefield. Vanta’s senses were heightened, every nerve alight. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and pungent, mingling with the earthy cedarwood and leather the male himself gave off.

As Rhazien stumbled back, regaining his footing, Vanta took advantage of the bear's momentary distraction. She adjusted her grip on the bear's limb, her teeth sinking deeper, pulling with all her might to keep it off balance; a task that was proving more difficult the longer that blood-tainted smile was directed upon her.  His wink and dazzling - albeit gruesome - grin was both unsettling ... and somehow oddly invigorating? Above all else, it was distracting. She shook her head harder, both to tear her teeth deeper into the flesh, and to rid herself of the foreign thought.

As the stranger lunged forward, aiming for the bear’s throat, Vanta knew this was the crucial moment. Her role was to hold firm, to keep the grizzly anchored just long enough for Rhazien to strike a fatal blow. Her muscles strained under the effort, the bear’s fur coarse and matted beneath her grip. She could feel the bear's struggle weakening slightly, its swipes becoming less coordinated as the vessels tore, one by one. Vanta held on, her entire being focused on this singular task, ready to adjust her position if needed, to ensure that the brute's attack would be a killing blow.