Sleeping Dragon Never gonna give you up

Sangilak had little reaction time. As the other made to turn, Sangilak made for the others throat. The slim body of the wolf beneath her permitted a speed Sangilak had not encountered in a while, and she felt the limbs of the other connect against the only vulnerable thing upon her that could be found: her soft underbelly. All else but that area was toned enough to give Sangilak a muscular build, but as she was a wolf and not a body-builder, the strike caused the she-wolf to inaudibly snarl as the other made to escape. The action had bought Wildfire two crucial seconds, but Sangilak spun and lurched furiously after her, lunging for a rear leg to crush between her vicelike grip as she would the game she hunted. The death she had hoped to give the other would have been swift; Sangilak could not be blamed for the pain the trespasser would now endure the moment her fangs might hit her mark, though the truth of it was that she cared nothing about that. She would let there be no question of what would befall any who transgressed against them.