Ziv wasn't the only one that cried out, Mal echoed the sound the moment she latched onto his tail, yipping sharply. He could feel the cartilage crunch beneath her teeth but a hound as experienced as he was accustomed to the pain. Knew how to use it for energy, for fire. Growling, letting out the ghostly beginnings of a howl, he dragged his tail towards him, bringing her in towards his body.
He knew how to use his paws, his body and weight as weapons. Once Ziv was close enough, his back foot shot out, catching her in the throat as he stepped down to cut off her air. Mal swiftly turned his head, catching one of her feet in his jowls as she kicked at him. He bit down, biting past fur and flesh to bone. A quick shake of his head started to shred the tissue.