Big Salmon Lake Almost like home

As soon as the brute made contact the woman whipped around, crashing halfway into the lake, before gathering her limbs beneath her and lunging towards the male, aiming a snap at his face but at the last moment dropping down to seize one of his forelimbs, fangs seeking to grasp hold around his limb. She did not allow him to finish his sentence or get far away from the shore, moving with an unnatural speed that came with her years of experience in the trade she'd dedicated herself too. She ought to have expected the brute to make his move, as often was the result of the dimwitted having their intellect questioned. Her side burned with an icy fire, but this was ignored for now, her focus completely on putting down the male as quickly as possible.