Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

She reached her mark, tearing open flesh, but by no means did her rage dissipate. Her silver orbs gleamed with bloodlust, as a horrible snarl ripped from her throat. Wouldn't the fucking thing just die already? Her paws hit the ground as she landed, crouched, and just as soon had she bunched her muscles and shot back in the bear's direction, aiming her fangs toward the bear's throat for the killing blow. If successful, she would tear out the thing's throat, every nerve humming with the high of such anger driven battle, though her mind still honed like a knife, barely tactical in the struggle.