Fire and Ice

Bastard.

The daring escape, that she had planned had backfired the moment his teeth sunk into her rib-cage. A sudden yelp left her jaws, a strange sound among the snarling, and she curled into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. Turning her head, she snapped at him, hoping to latch on to anything really, his muzzle, his ears, god, even his eyes. Anything to force him to focus on her jaw and release her side. It might have been that she realized what she had done, and what was going to happen and for a tenth of a second she stilled, before crushing her jaws opened again and she snapped at his ear, her jaws slamming down, hoping to shred into it, if he hadn't moved his head clear of her gaping jaws.