Golden Glade The line has been drawn

The woman leapt away with an ethereal grace, to Feyre's discontent. With her jaws snapping clean through the air, she grimaced. The other woman lunged at her, slamming her to the ground. Her head banged on the compact soil; a dizzing effect. The woman's ivories can down on her neck, tearing away at her scruff. With a deep snarl, she attempted to grab the underside of the woman's neck with her teeth. She missed, as the woman lifted up away from her snaping jaws.