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

The beast crumbled beneath her like paper, leaving the bloodied femme to tear into his throat. As promised, as the bear went down, she grasped hold of flesh and pulled, tearing out a good chunk of the beast's throat. Her silver eyes gleamed with hate and bloodlust, and as soon as she had torn out the thing's throat, or at least part of it, she struck again, as if desperate to tear the things head from it's horrible body. 

She buried her fangs in the beast again and again, until it dimly dawned on her that the beast would not rise again. And so she slowed, gaze falling from it's heightened bloodlust into a strained neutral, her tongue lolling from her bloodstained muzzle. She gazed at Malice pair numbly from the bears destroyed throat and chest, her chest heaving as her gaze sank again to the bear, form completely still save for the quavering of heavy breaths.