Blackfeather Woods Wrong turn

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As her teeth sunk into his flesh, a wicked course of adrenaline found it's way through her body unlike anything she had felt before. Yes, she had killed before, but now it was different. Her mind was corrupt with darkened anger, her body a weapon of destruction and her thoughts all the more maleficent. Before, she had been a wayward teen with only revenge on her mind but now her soul was rejuvenated. It had been too long.

She had pinned him on the ground, impossible for him to escape without struggle. The smell of blood reached the nose, indicating that he had been scrapped in the process of her attack. The mutt struggled against her force, squirming in different directions in pitiful resistance. It was truly pathetic, like a worm under her paw desperate to breathe again. His moves were unadept, easy to avoid and expect. Honestly, his existence was pointless if he could only fight like he did. Either she could end him there or someone else would. 
Digging her teeth into the nape of bis neck, she held him onto him in such a way that it would be painful for him to move. The tug of her teeth against his flesh would be painful, leaving his situation to her advantage. She heaved herself off of the ground her teeth tightening together against the soft skin of his neck, sure to draw blood. He couldn't run without tearing a chunk of skin out of his neck. She would drag him to Blackfeather, a cave she had discovered a little while ago. As far as she knew, nobody resided there. Wolfskull. It was perfect.