Wapun Meadow broken fingernails

Tree and @Rathbone should be good to enter whenever at this point. Once they do, Ithrik will be spooked and take off.

His teeth latched to the scruff of her neck and he shook his head from side to side in an attempt to keep her quiet while he positioned himself at her rear and then sunk deep. The devil's movements were rapid and he would yank and pull at her nape every time she attempted to cry for help. She managed to choke out a strangled howl to someone, but he paid very little mind to the reaction that she had. They all liked to call for help; they all believed that someone was out there who would hurry to their aid if they should need it, but the unfortunate truth was that most were too busy with their own lives to stop and wander into the wilderness to assist another.

When he had finished, Ithrik yanked himself off of her and sneered coldly toward where she was. There was nothing so satisfying as breaking another. That hunger still ached from within him and he wondered if he should stay behind to chew what he could from her body. The vile hound continued to circle around her frame so that she would not have an opportunity to escape if she should try. His gaze bore into her body and he wondered faintly if he had missed his opportunity to take a trophy or if he would have the chance to whittle her down to organs and bone.