Blackfeather Woods if i'm betting against you

 war. she did not care for it, did not care who won and who lost. but vaati had demanded that she fight, and fight she would, gaze vacant as she slipped betwixt the barren trees, the ravens she'd gotten accustomed to oddly silent. she could not find him, no, but instead, she stumbled upon a small group, circling round before drawing up beside that dark man that she found to be on their side, swaying side to side as a kind of giddy energy rushed up inside, gaze fixed on the man before slipping to the bi-toned girl. For a moment she wavered, but the bubble of battle-lust filled her quickly, and the girl had sacrificed her self-control long ago. She moved, heedless of the male, towards the girl, fangs aiming to trap shut on her face. Her attacks were maniacal and driven by emotion, the same wild fire that danced in her gaze.