Hideaway Strath the immaculate conception

INJURY LOG: Lotte has epistaxis. Blunt trauma to the right eye causing superficial corneal abrasion and subconjunctival hemorrhage; no perforation or rupture.

Blunt wolf claws posed little threat when it came to rending flesh, but without releasing her grip Lotte found herself unable to dodge what she considered a significant injury. Zhenya’s paws struck out viciously, talons raking down the dark muzzle and leaving raised welts in their wake; Lotte squinted, but the damage had already been done. Immediately her right eye began to water, sight clouding as the moonbright chamber filled with crimson — later, she would come to see that the wound was superficial at best, but in the heat of the moment panic overrode her good sense. A terrified yelp was expelled like bile from her mouth in a sharp, high-pitched cry — but if the trespassing bitch thought pain was a deterrent for the soturi’s ironclad grip, she had another thing coming.

This queen bitch played for keeps.

Drawing air shakily into her lungs, her entire body trembling now with an overload of adrenaline, pain, and panic, Lotte fairly roared her rage like a hunting lioness and yanked her weight back onto her hind legs in tandem with Arturo’s tugging at the woman’s opposite leg. She threw up her head and forequarters, rearing clear off the ground, and gritted her aching jaws forcefully, hoping to hear the splintering of bone. She shook her head — just twice, once to the right, once to the left — shielding her good eye, and tried ardently to tear the thieving woman in half. For the first time in their mateship, her husband’s words fell on utterly deaf ears.