Phoenix Maplewood Real fake

Theia felt a rush of ecstasy throughout her body in satisfaction of landing her nasty mark on this fool. Perhaps she would wear those scars caused by hers truly for the rest of her days. But it unfortunately didn't last forever, and the other wolf slipped free of her merciless jaws. They clacked shut when she pulled away, the delicious taste of copper blood stained on her tongue. She spat out the clumps of fur marring the taste. Theia was so pleased with herself that she wasn't in a rush to attack the other wolf again, and so she was the one to be attacked.

She was bowled over onto her back, which caused her heart to sink into her stomach in a flash of panic. She instinctively drew her legs up to protect her underbelly, but it could not prevent the pinch and sting of white teeth into her soft flesh. Theia let out an angry snarl that trailed into a pained cry and quickly drew her head up despite the pain to try and grab onto the other female's muzzle again. Hopefully, the pain from the damaged flesh being torn at again would persuade her to cease in her attack. If successful, she would quickly scramble to her feet and take a few steps back to bring them back to a neutral position.

Now that she was brought to her senses, Theia was thinking twice of trying to make a meal of this wolf. There was a reason they ate herbivores and not each other, though if given the opportunity at this point she wouldn't pass up the flesh of her own. No, not her own; she was above them. She did as she wished, even if she had to work with a weak body. Still, she would brace herself to see what the other wolf would do, hoping she would kindly buzz off. But this was assuming everything went accordingly.