Blackfeather Woods sordid details following

Sorry for the delay! Been very busy. You can chase her if you want, or let her go here - I'll probably throw up one more post with her as she exits, but if you'd rather just get this thread over with, let me know and I'll edit a conclusion. Thanks for the terrifying thread omg (I thought she was going to die).

There wasn't much time to do anything; one more wolf arrived and shot accusatory tones her way, not that she was interested in the words spoken, and then another popped up and issued an attack order - that one, the dark male, launched himself towards the red-furred woman with the full intent to maim and rend. What pause she gave, she gave up now. Salamander tried to side-step away from the oncoming force that was Burke, she tried to swing her heavy body down low and protect her throat with the turn of her head, but her efforts weren't entirely successful.

He managed to pinch the fur of her scruff; in return, she lashed out with the feral animosity of a desperate animal, but that was the wrong move. She should've run, tail tucked, and found somewhere safe to hide. But instead, the girl lingered long enough for him to adjust his hold, so that when she did escape - and she did, with a great and forceful pull of her weight away from him - Burke's teeth slid through her flesh and tore out a nice chunk of her neck. It was a miracle that he hadn't landed upon her jugular; however, blood flowed freely from her neck and shoulder now. A wound she did not need.

Salamander would have to run - she couldn't face a pack of wolves, let alone this singular dark stranger, especially in her worsening condition. As the figures around her blurred, as she stumbled away with as much speed as she could muster, a trail of blood seeped through her fur and painted a messy line across the territory. These Blackfeather wolves would get what they wanted - a red message painted clearly for foolish wanderers to find.

The woman, blundering as she was, made a bee-line for the way she had arrived. She did her best, anyway. Salamander's wound throbbed, and her body flooded with adrenaline to compensate; even without the bloody trail, anyone from the woodland pack could follow the path her burly body made through the forest. And as she exited out of the darkness posed by the eastern edge, she spied the mountains; big, blurry, but her only possible route.

Edit Burke; Sorry edited the wrong post!