dang, those things are vicious

His whine doesn't escape her notice. It's sharp on her senses, her pulse picking up. Shaking the dirt from her coat, feeling the blood seep and stain her pale coat. Covered in mud and gore, at least Henbane is exactly as she should be. Muscles flexing, gritting her teeth, putting her head down-- she could do this. She would, and she's grateful she doesn't have to do it alone. Not this time.

Ghoul's words send a hoarse laugh through the girl, a little grin. The spark in her eyes something that can't be argued with, can't be ignored. Hen is dangerous, that's never been anything she's bothered to conceal. Gathering themselves for their final assault, she's damn near trembling. Muscles exhausted, but they don't need much more now. It wouldn't be long yet.

While the tiger and the man lock in combat, Hen finds her opening. It was too dangerous to get between Ghoul's teeth and that of the predator. Henbane's keen gaze fixes on the inside of the beast's thigh instead. With savagery and a near surprising amount of grace, Henbane charges in. Her teeth find the inside of the beast's knee and sink in deeply, doing all the damage she can in the moment. Ripping and tearing at the flesh with a snarl, coming away with one chunk, then another. Face and forequarters dripping in gore, Henbane doesn't back away until the tiger crumples.
"Speech"