Big Salmon Lake Almost like home

He bit and tore at her skull, blood dripping down her face and around her left eye, and still she was silent. She worried the leg a moment longer before finally surging upward, a swift, perfect strike that aimed to connect with the tender flesh around his right eye, and then sought to deal as much damage as possible to his face. The woman was cold and silent in her fury, and yet her movements were driven not by raw anger, but cool logic and the echo of many battles previous.