I push her off and my body automatically rejects the poison, which drips out of my wound and evaporates as soon as it hits the air. I laugh, "Poison brings pain, not death." I say, snarling. I launch myself at her and tear her skin, clumps of her fur lie on the snow. Blood stains both my fur and hers. I push her to the ground and stand on her, clawing and biting her.