Barrow Fields My Shadow walks beside me, and I walk alone

He lunged again, and she saw it a second too late as she felt a sharp pain and tearing flesh. She growled in pain as she stepped back from him. He had her ear in his mouth as if it were a trophy. If it hadn't been her ear, she would have admired him. Her lips curled back as she took one step forward. Tail twitching in absolute rage, her voice dropped another octave, more of a rumble than a voice now as a look of pure hatred came into her eyes. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent. She snarled then spoke, her muscles tense. You have made an enemy today, pup. Don't forget my face, for it will be the last one you see as your eyes close in darkness. Then I will feast on that sack of flesh you call a body, keeping you alive until I rip out your heart. Turning away from him, she walked slowly off, her back feet flipping dirt on him before she trotted off.