You bring your elbow back into the man's ribs and he grunts a bit in surprise, loosening the grip on your muzzle just enough for you to bring your fangs to sink down into his arm. He cries out in pain and the tightness of his grip releases a bit, allowing you to wriggle partially out of it. Flashes of memory of your old Judo classes come back, and while you're pretty rusty, you manage to get a grip on his arm, twist and throw him over your shoulder onto the ground. He grunts in surprise, not expecting a move like that from someone as small as you, and you flash a toothy grin of pride at your success.
Adrenaline pounds through your veins and you relent to your need to fight. As he rolls back to his feet, you leap at him and hit him in the middle with a spear, your shoulder knocking him off balance and allowing you to push him onto the ground. This time the advantage is yours - you leap onto him and press your claws against his throat. Instinctively baring your fangs, you straddle his chest and lean in close, feeling your bare nipples brush against his shirt. The exhilaration of victory combined with the stimulation of your chest causes you to blush, and knocks away your fighting spirit with the reminder of what kind of animal you have become.
You feel torn as some instinct within you begins to long for something - something you fear you know but cannot dread to think about. You hesitate and even the berries are forgotten for a moment as you try to figure out what to do...