Moonspear everything the light touches

Rinn's heart sunk as the first bite was landed upon her. Wolf, her mind told her, it's a wolf and his pup - but rational thought ceased after that. It was a fearsome beast that she was up against, especially considering her weakened state, but she was not quite as weak as she'd been when she encountered the white wolf, and she would not shrink away this time. It was too late to cease her attack, and the smell of blood - her own - was enough to drive her onward.

A savage snarl was still ripping out of her throat; she couldn't stop the sound from pouring out as she bared her fangs and lunged. The hunger was blinding, but the cat lashed out with her heavy, clawed paws to try and hang on to the darker creature. If she could hold him down, she could kill him. Rinn knew it, though she'd never tried to kill a fellow meat-eater before.