Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

The girl's teeth found purchase on Cicero. Her jaws clamping down and her pale eyes closing in victory as her head started to move from left to right, trying to stretch and rip the skin. She was in a haze. He had to hurt. Feel her pain. He should know this. She wanted to give him more pain, bite harder, rip more. She wanted to smell and taste the blood, hear the whimpers and pleading.

Yet, it was her own yelp that came first. Surprised by the counter attack. Her eyes were closed after all, how foolish she now realized. Though it was mostly the loose skin the male grabbed, and she was startled from her frenzy. Her grip becoming less on the male's skin. She realized her defense was poorly and if she wanted to maim others she would need to defend herself. The scent of blood filled the air, unsure if it was her own or if it was her brother's. She endured enough pain. She wanted to inflict it on others. Make her like her. Broken and alone. She was no one. She placed her paw against his shoulder to get him off, trying to drag it down to get freed. Or maybe, maybe she didn't want to be freed. Maybe this way she could inflict more pain. The inexperience made her bite try and bite down on his right front leg if her neck would be able to stretch far enough.