Phoenix Maplewood and with that timber, burn a hundred fires

she surged against the male once more, and her nape tore from his jaws with a violent tear of fur and flesh. whirling, she stumbled back, noting dimly the arrival of Shale and Loir; the growl of Aliac unheard and unnoticed. she'd felt pain before, and thus she was able to shove it deep. the male was moving, suddenly, at a dead run through the wood as the odds tipped suddenly against him. 

breath came ragged, quick and uneven, rolling gaze coming to steady on her uncle. right eye blinked sporadically as blood dripped a slow path from the shredded ear, hackles still stiff and painted with blood where the male had ripped at her nape. she sucked in a slow breath, sliding onto her haunches yet remaining upright, eyes glazed as logic and thought sought to keep up with burning adrenaline.