Fox's Glade and I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders

her fangs hit their mark, sharp ivory tearing through fur and skin before her head was wretched to the side, her father evidently being more prepared for her attack after she'd called whichever scent lingered in his fur a bitch. it only served to fuel her anger, for it seemed almost comical the way her slimy father tried to sever his past life to make easier his next. fangs caught in her scruff, tearing as they tore her head away from his limb. she ripped away from his touch, feeling the sharp burn as her flesh tore but paying it no heed. 

she moved back, hate simmering in her gaze as she paced stiffly around him as he yelled. "none of us are perfect. but you-you're a filthy coward" her stiff words broke as again rage spurned her onwards, a thousand angry questions crashing against the confines of her mind as she rushed him, jaws agape as she moved to strike at his face, tear at it with fang and claw.