Winter roars and rolls forward, ending up on top. She clamps her teeth down on her throat, her claws digging into her sides.
The woman follows his gaze and smiles at Ivy. “Your a lucky one. Do us all a favor and hang onto her, a’ight?” Ivy helps her opponent up, and she forces him to let her support him. She walks over to Jacob and the woman. “Hey, Jacob. I’ll be right back, I have to get him to rest, then I can introduce you,” she smiles.