Whitefish River Out of the dark

Fresh blood dripped from her wounds onto the earth. Jaws clenched in a pained grimace, Tzila had no words for the female. Her eyes said it all. If you can't even catch a tiny morsel, then you don't deserve to survive! She was after all, a wolf all about survival. If that meant playing dirty, so be it.

She reeled back, tearing her grip away from Lilah's muzzle. In retaliation, she lunged for her to pin her down into the dirt. Her teeth found their mark around the scruff of her neck, where she yanked once...twice. Slowly, in her mind this fight was becoming less about possession of food, but of who had the stronger will.