Barrow Fields Sometimes the unknown is good

Shalon was conflicted as his words reached her ears, she was by no means a blood thirsty animal. However she was a fighter, and she couldn't understand someone who wouldn't defend themselves given the chance, such as this male. SHe had attacked him, aiming to hurt him, yet he was enjoying the whole ordeal, this angered Shalon. She wouldn't let up though, she at least had to return the mark her had left upon her. She could still feel the blood dripping down her leg, and it stung whenever she moved, yet she continued her attack. Clamping on his neck, she meant to make it as uncomfortable as possible. Once connected, she flung her head from side to side, aiming to cause the most damage she could.