Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

When the wolf does not run away from her charge, her teeth sinking into the skin behind her shoulder, she clamps down and with everything she has, she forces the woman to the ground. She had the chance to turn and escape with nothing more than a few punctures from fleeing but instead she’s using her weight to knock her down. The taste of blood fills her mouth and the thrill of battle—something Drageda has been quiet of lately—erases her surroundings.

Thuringwethil doesn’t even notice Dio nearby, forgetting Wildfire had shown up a moment prior, as everything goes in to the ripping flesh. Overpowering the woman is easier than she expects when she doesn’t feel any sudden shooting of pain from her own wounds. The assessment will come later as she releases her grip only to go in for a second, more tender attack of the neck.