Hoshor Plains Now now, don't be so icy

This fight was far quicker than her previous, and she hoped it continued along this path. The femme just wanted to eat her kill in peace, savoring a quick glance at the suculent meat. The glance must have been too long, for the sharp ivories of her opponent sank into her shoulder. She could feel the rasp of bone on bone as the womans canines scraped Feyres shoulder blade. With a cry of pain, she ripped herself away from the fae, slamming into her and taking yet another bite out of the woman's opposite scruff. She did not feel the similar grinding of bone on bone, yet she felt the woman stiffen beneath her. Once more, she released her hold, this time locking her steely amber gaze with the wolfess. She could feel her anger pouring into her glare. She was not going to lose this battle.