Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

I hoped this was a good place for a good stop since you said you needed to finish up soon? Hope you don't mind me skipping ahead a bit. I don't mind changing it if you need me to.

Ilya watched the fae slip and fall, and right away took the chance. With a new kind of adrenaline racing through her veins, she let out a loud growl. And then she leapt, using her teeth to rip into the loners chest. She quickly positioned herself to pin the wolf down, using her jaws again to grab hold of Fishers scruff, keeping her locked into the sticky mud, coating her. She growled through the fur, her blue eyes narrowed. 

"You're right," she muttered through the thick coat, "You don't need my help." Ilya ripped at the scruff instead of just letting go, mimicking the wound that the female had given her. And now, especially, Ilya could feel the stinging pain of said wounds. She snarled, glaring at the loner. 

"Get lost."