Grouse Thicket And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved

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Had Niamh been more prepared for the whole situation, she might have known that there were other ways to get what she wanted. She wanted an apology and some show of appreciation- and Rosalyn even confessed that at one point, she might have done just that. More flies could be caught with honey but Niamh was more like a child set loose around a hornet’s nest, armed with a fly swatter. She didn’t have any approach, and though she could flail like mad and kill as many hornets as she could pin down, she couldn’t win the war. She was about to learn just how poor of a decision she’d made, relying yet again on her pre-conceived notion of invincibility that was founded on nothing but her ego and a few lucky fights. She had the heart of a true warrior- but lacked the real experience. 

So when Rosalyn rounded on her and snapped at her leg, Niamh was taken by surprise- and was distracted, too, by the rapid approach of another female wolf...The one she’d smelled earlier. These two were companions, and she should have known better than to take on a wolf who had company not far away. A fight between her and Rosalyn alone would have been a close match- but with the addition of Rosalyn’s partner, Niamh had no hope in taking even just one of them down. 

She shrieked when Rosalyn bit her leg, but had lowered herself just enough so that her fangs sank into the meaty flesh of her leg just above the knee rather than clamping down on her shin. A snap like that could have broken straight through the bone so she snapped at Rosalyn’s own hind leg in retaliation, but did not aim to grab- only to bite emough to make her let go. 

The razor sharp fangs of Rosalyn’s companion ranked at her cheek, tearing the wound Rosalyn had already created open even further, and Niamh knew then that she had no hope so she bounded sideways and away from the two females, tail tucked but still snapping defensively should they pursue her. She prayed that one of her packmates might hear the commotion and come to her aid- but she couldn’t stop to howl, as doing so would expose her throat and she had no idea how far Rosalyn and her companion were willing to take the fight. Niamh knew with her leg wounded as it was that she would not be able to run fast enough to escape them, so she continued to sidle away, snarling and snapping, but her posture very much exhibiting the fact thatshe was defeated- but would atill defend herself to the death if necessary.