Golden Glade back to the years of loo-lee-lie-lay

Evening let out a sort of throaty scream as the other wolf’s teeth clamped down onto her hide [being vague cos idk where she was bitten]. Later, if she lived, she would nurse her wounds and wonder what the fuck had overcome her senses to make her so insane. Right now, all she saw was red and now the scent of blood—her own—filled her nose. It drove her mad, even madder than she had been, and she viciously snapped her own jaws at the female. But the pain and severity of her wound were greater than she was aware of, and she stumbled when she turned, missing the female by inches.

HP: 40/50
Attack: 10 (d10)
Hit/Miss: 3 (even hits)