Hoshor Plains Now now, don't be so icy

Attack based off of roll outcome 

The beast of a wolf lumbered out of the tall grasses, a cruel expression marring the woman's features. It seemed as though the fae wanted Feyre's kill, which darkened her thoughts. No. She snarled at the woman, her fur standing to attention along with her plumage of a tail. The word slipped from her mouth, her voice dripping with bloodlust, "Mine." It was unusual for her, a woman of wit and elongation, to utter a single word. The savage effect of the word accented her blood-soaked pelt and wild appearance, the opposite of her usually regal appearance.

Without thought or planning, simply feral anger, she flug herself at the fae. Slipping her sharp canines into the scruff of the woman's neck with flawless accuracy. She was an assassin, not a brute. Quickly backing away from the woman, she snarled agian in warning. My next hit is not going to be so...menial. "Leave it alone."