Whitefish River Out of the dark

Not once had she ever spilled the blood of another, especially not another woman. For a moment she was appalled at herself but when she felt the woman's jaws close around her scruff she snarled, all sense of being a proper lady flying out the window. The ways of the outside world were hitting her hard and she knew she'd have to give her all just to survive. She thrashed her head back and forth to shake off the woman and then lunged forward, aiming to slam her head into the woman's nose before she would leap to block the path to the rabbit. She bared her fangs and snarled, a loud and desperate sound "Leave...now. Go or I won't hesitate to hurt you" she warned the woman her tail curling over her spine. She was surprised to find that she meant it, that she was fully prepared to wound the woman so badly she wouldn't barely be able to crawl away much less steal her food.