Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

up the slope the she-wolf clambered, fangs beared and hateful eyes focused on the hellcat. when it became aware of her it whirled around in that envious feline grace -- a scythe of claws issued in retort. claws too swift and exacting in their vengeance to possibly dodge.

caiaphas was not as agile; the brunt of claws raked across her cheek in a welt of stinging fury. forced back by the blow the she-wolf tried to readjust her momentum, springing to the left to circle hungrily around the mountain cat. niamh, a golden flash in the corner of her vision, set to distracting the feline. a stranger prowled into her sights shortly thereafter. emboldened by the boon of two fellow wolves, caiaphas lowered her bloody muzzle and circled with her tail lashing in the same aggravated manner.