Potential Minion

The woman's grip would not hold on the k-9's neck and her claws would be pulled from their hold. In having lost her grip on his chest, her front half would drop back down to the ground and instantly she would re-tuck her ears and scrunch up the skin and fur on her neck to protect herself from any attack he may take from above her. Her front paws would widen for balance and so she would be ready to attack him again. She may have lost her grip but her confidence in her self had not wavered nor was she willing to let her minion escape her grasp forever. He would be hers eventually.

Her train of thought was lost the moment his jaws met the thick furry scruff of her neck and his right paw lifted into the air. On a dime she would twist herself just enough to attempt to catch his left for leg in her jaws. If she caught it she would instantly move backward to jerk it out from under him and hopefully make him land on his side or stomach. In the back of her mind she was pissed off a bit more because he had ripped the skin on the back of her neck, further painting her snowy pelt crimson.

Defence: Re-tucked her ears, scrunched up her neck and replaced her paws for balance

Attack: She twisted away from Vrel's paw only to go after his left leg with her jaws. Should she catch it she plans to move backward as fast as she can, like dragging prey by their leg, only she just plans to pull him to his stomach or side

Injuries: a bruised and cut shoulder that stings and is bleeding along with a bloody and stinging scruff