Northstar Vale cut your hair and shave your beard

the contact, blood pooling into her jaws as sweet euphoria bubbles through her veins. yet it's so painfully short lived for as soon as both hers and then her unknown packmate's jaws make the expected marks; the girl begins to shriek. already flat ears press harder against her skull as soft hissing growls break forth in automated response to the caterwauling. 

and if that was bad-

she stumbles without as much as a snap, and falls before them whilst the stench of excreted urine seeps into her wrinkled nose. conflict is quick to rage war on the soldier; both pity and disgust stirring uncomfortably in the depths of her gut yet remaining cloaked over by the mindset of the cold soldier that'd been bet into her; this wasn't an unfamiliar sight, in fact many fearsome wolves ended up cowering into their own piss when the moment came. it was strange to feel so; detached again. the manic euphoria having died off the moment the girl proved just how pitiful she was. when had she transitioned from the hollow killer to what, an adrenaline junkie? 

shark like eyes narrow coldly on the girl as she staggers back; already blubbering again with each shaky step and if she'd just stop talking and move! "shut the hell up and get out" she spits, lashing her tail with the most sharply displayed act of mercy. as she turns she 'gives chase' at an intentionally slowed rate so that she doesn't exactly reach the silvery girl but makes sure she makes it over the border, giving the occasional snap if she falters. it's only whenever the other has made it across the border does she stop and watch wearily; it's hard to hold anger towards something as piteous as that but for the sake of both courtfall and the young girl, it had to be done. they couldn't get a label for being easy to tresspass on, especially with times as tough as these and it might teach the frosty wolf that desperation wasn't worth it, some packs out here wouldn't intend on letting her leave with her life for such a crime.