The Heartwood Running down the halls

Finally, she saw the recognition in is eyes, and he let go, taking a piece of her flesh with him. She was too relieved to register the large hole in her neck or how much it it hurt. She watched as Mor lunged for her packmate just as he turned to meet her, landing a fleeting bite to her shoulder. 

Seconds passed as she watched them fight for the upper hand. She couldn't let him do this on his own; this was her fault, and she would never forgive herself if something happened to him. She rose to her feet, ignoring the throbbing in her neck, and threw herself at Mor's rear leg, hoping to connect and distract her enough for her partner to take advantage. She missed with her teeth, only managing to slam into the other woman's hind quarters, the force throwing Speedy back a little in response. It wasn't what she had planned, but maybe it would still have her intended outcome.