Neverwinter Forest i'm NOT bring sexy back

She landed the blow, but could not discern if her mighty weight knocked the other over. Instead, she continued in her carnage. The other did not move to go, and so Tonravik released and moved toward the other. First she had been tempted to reach for the swatting paw that went for Kroc's face, but knew the pale wolf would likely play fetch with the foolish defensive maneuver and try and catch the punch with her teeth. Tonravik herself moved toward the exposed flesh of the others throat to attempt to simply grab hold. Given the other was more inclined to fight than to flee, Tonravik had no qualms in killing the wretch for her error. 

If the other turned to go, she would have half a chance. But if she stayed, there could be no surviving them; Tonravik was merciless when disobeyed, and the whim of Kroc was not a whim at all, but a command from the Spine. The portion of the Forest the stranger lingered on was well-protected by them, and when any came to investigate, they would be taught such a lesson with force. Tonravik gave no quarter to her opponents.