Stavanger Bay you haven't felt my wrath until you've felt my hands on your chest

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a mad little laugh caught hold of the countess -- she dug her claws into the dirt as the other shrieked, and allowed teeth to fray the ear already abused by ferahgo. blood weltered along her cheek; erzsébet paused only a moment before soaring forth to strike her shoulder bodily against that of the black-muzzled woman, expecting that her opponent would have tucked chin unto chest to protect her tender throat.

as their bodies collided, the pallid she-wolf struck to dig her fangs into the flesh along the side of the brine-wife's neck, not deeply enough to slash a mortal blow, but with enough intention to wrest firm hold of her enemy.