Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

for a time, they engage in bloody dance which only succeeds and providing both with smaller injuries. her adrenaline is falling, and her stamina reaches and end. she spins away suddenly, features a wicked mess of clotted blood, fresh lacerations and wrinkled snarl. stiffly, bearing the pain on her forelimb as long as it means not limping and avoiding any outward appearance of weakness there, she begins to retreat, facing him still. when the distance between them is wide enough, she will turn and stagger off in a wide path back towards the wood, leaving a blood trail all the while.