Her face was a wicked thing to behold. Her eyes seemed to glow in their blackened rims as she kept her fangs exposed. She does not move as she wait for the master. The master is the one who makes the first attack, causing Raw Paws to bolt forward towards her. He was going to attack her, and she rushed forward in order to join the male in a clash of fur. Her own dash was quick, like a white smoke gliding smoothly on the earth. She was unhindered and healthy, but wanting to rip into raw paws for a taste of his blood.
He came around her, not aiming for her neck or anything head on, but her back hind leg. She lashes out, her white fangs dripping in her saliva whipping out like a viper. She interrupts his attempts, grasping onto where his cervical vertebrae meets the thoracic vertebrae. She gets a hold of his flesh, teeth grasping onto him and attempting to dig deep. It is likely she won't hit any bones with her bite, only the fangs getting purchase and not the powerful crunching molars. Her bite also wasn't the deepest, but it would be enough to produce pain and blood.
She was savage with her fangs, a horrifying snarl ripping from her form. He can attempt to snap at her hind leg, but he was much too far now, and Flare found herself pivoting her hind legs to avoid an attempt at all. She knew all she had to do was hold him down, to be firm with her grip and not allow him to move any further. It is master who will continue the work, and he would be fast approaching. She knew she would likely not come out unscathed though. She may have a firm grip on him, but it wasn't the best grip, and he was still in range to bite her side. But she would hold steady, knowing her fangs will fig and produce blood and pain. She just needed master to come make his move, holding her legs as firm as she could against the ground, but she can only hold so long. She was built for speed, for snake like movements and quick strikes. She was not meant to bear down with sheer strength.
The female of master's nightmare feel a rush flowing into her blood. It is the taste of his life upon her, the life of raw paws. It drives her more in this moment, her fur spiking up like pikes littered with blood. Her pupils dilate as she feels her jaws clamp a bit more, wishing to bite off the skin and fur within her mouth. Perhaps she will get such a primal joy in her mouth if he moves incorrectly, and perhaps it will drive the insanity in my mind in the moment, fueled by the presence of the male of shadows. No, she was not as master, but she desired blood in some moments. She is still a creature, a predator who is driven more vicious by other predators. Raw paws was the weakness that needed to be culled, and left to fill her belly when it inevitably wished for food once more.
((Since you said we could pp a little, I did! Let me know if it is too much, and I can always adjust it. Sorry for my delay as well, a couple days of headaches put me off schedule :( ))