Just A Dream

There is indistinguishable passion in his frenzied movements, in the graceful shifting of his body as he turns to his left, aiming to tear the flesh that holds his opponent's forelimb in place. Though he feels the rewarding sensation of fur against his teeth, she shifts quickly, turning perpendicular to him. His jaws continue to snap, aiming at the flesh of her right side, begging to taste the blood of this woman who seemed to appear from nowhere. She shifts quickly to force her chest to collide with his shoulder as she shifts, slamming into him, sending a rush of pain through his left forelimb.

And that is when he stumbles.

Backwards, slightly, just enough to lose his composure for a moment. His paws move backward suddenly, feeling his weight suddenly fall off balance, allowing her jaws to grasp above his neck, tightening painfully around his spine. Her hold on him is strong, and though he begins to writhe beneath her grasp, it is futile; his small misstep was enough for her to gain control over him. A snarl erupts from his throat, jaws parting as he attempts to shake free from her grasp, a fury igniting within his chest and refusing to relinquish its hold on him. He knows he has failed them -- the brute feels the warm, familiar taste of blood spreading where her jaws had landed, tearing flesh, seeping through his thick fur -- and yet he knows the gods must be pleased with Katja, for the air is thick with the smell of blood and it certainly is not her own...

(No need to judge this post, already know the outcome I want. Off with his tail! Hopefully Aly is fine with this. Thanks! )