Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

She rose to meet him— and his skull fell upon her thin breast not unlike a warhammer bent on splintering a yew bow; and it was more than enough to send the silver reeling from the Doom. But when her pale combatant had managed to embed his fangs into their assailant’s thigh, Aure was on her paws once more, flagging, but returning all the same.

Not a moment before she’d snapped and spit and snipped her way upon Dennan’s neck  (daggers sinking into the serpent’s quiversome neck, side-wise)  had the berserk-gone botanist began to haul his blasphemous ass towards the cliffside.

Though she cursed and swore her way through muscle and blood and fur, the she-wolf used Rosencrantz’s heft to her advantage in tugging her desecrator towards his doom. Her tail whip-cracked in her fury, and a raw snarl harried up an ivory throat in her bloodletting intent — he would die on this day.