Haunted Wood bloody shirt

Her messy attepts to drive him away didn't land, and a meaner growl thrummed in her chest as she stood still to glower in his direction. Fine.

She darted forward, head down as if she aimed to charge him, but slipped to the side and aimed her fangs instead for his flank. She was a dangerous beast, though not as large as the Dragon wolf before her, with the benefit of others undermining her -- why, she didn't know, for the rippling of her muscles under her pelt and the care with which she aimed her fangs was that of a trained warrior -- but the lack of experience that Tanja likely had under his pelt.