Fairspell Meadow they once belonged to me

Pounding footfalls had her twist wildly, half-expecting some Blackfeather wolf. But she was no longer within her territory, and those brief frozen seconds, she was quick to realize that this was a stranger. She launched herself forward a beat later, every nerve screaming danger, already on edge from so long in the wood. Fangs sought flesh desperately, going straight for the face. An impact was destined, seeing as the stranger careened straight towards her and she straight towards him; what was yet to be determined was just how much damage she could cause in the first blow.