Blackfeather Woods First, we eat.

A determined look had settled onto her face. Though she wouldn't die for the babes, she didn't mind getting a little wrecked for them. She had always been a rather heroic woman, making up plans to set their own prisoners free, and though she wasn't doing for the glory she at least expected a thank you from the mother because damn those claws had hurt. Droplets of blood dripped down upon the forest bedding, but at least she was still standing.

Just as the strange creature lunged, she did too, planning to headbutt the awful intruder while suffering the claws, now upon the sides of her face, and the mean cuts they brought. She hoped a good bump to the head was enough to send the other packing, but didn't know how tough this thing was going to be.