Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

She had faced large opponents before. She wasn't small but she wasn't considered a large wolf. This man, however, was a behemoth and she never expected him to swing around. The blow did stun her as she stumbled a few paces back. The flash of yellow caught her eyes a second too late as his teeth grazed her flesh.

He could go for her leg, it allowed her access to her first target. As his head dipped down for her side and the familiar burn ran through her leg, Alice turned, a paw aimed to come down hard on the man's face followed by her fangs. The woman aimed for his neck and scruff. She had no intention to kill, instead, she wanted him to submit. If she managed to hold a strong grip her head would jerk hopeful to unlock his jaws from her.