Moonspear Playing with fire

Although the leg was slender, it was powerful. The doe kicked it, trying to wrench the she-wolf loose. But Wildfire clung tenaciously, digging her fangs so that they clicked together and bore down, breaking skin and bone. The deer didn't so much bleat as scream this time. Ignoring the sound—not to mention the possibility of being headbutted or bitten—Wildfire shut her eyes and continued to shake her head back and forth, rending as much damage as she could for about ten seconds before suddenly letting go and leaping backward with a noisy gasp.

Charon was still moving around on the doe's other side and, to the animal's credit, she was still standing. But her right hind leg was mauled, dragging behind her now, the white of splintered bone and splashes of red, torn muscle catching Wildfire's hungry eyes. She licked her bloodied lips, knowing there was no way the doe could outrun them now.