Dawnlark Plains Here we go again

he was a child. how could he possibly play "who's better" in the wake of what had happened, when he had seen himself what grief had driven their uncle to do? her gaze shuttered a moment, and she gathered the strength to offer him an ultimatum that she hoped would put an end to this, to his words, when his fangs landed in her tail. pain lanced through the grief, sharp and sudden, and a rasping breath left her as yet another thing snapped in her chest. 

she spun, slow and painfully, her tail ripping away from his jaws in a mess of blood and fur. she shouldered him roughly, hoping to push him off and away and succeeding.