Haunted Wood Punishment was cure for those Who dare to cross the line

Valour arrives at her side, and despite her confused attitude towards him, in the thick of battle she could only accept his presence, grateful for the second set of fangs. faced with the both of them, the weakened coyote falters rapidly. he ravage that back end of the moment, and Hela allows herself only a moment for a brief what the fuck before working to seize the coyote's throat. spurred by the pain, its jaws clamp across her face suddenly, tearing across her cheek, muzzle, and eye. snarl mixed with yelp escapes her violently as she pulls back, refocussing her attention. it takes her a moment, but as soon as she has it she tears swiftly into the lifeblood. it is messy, slower than she'd like, but then the creature's body falls suddenly slack as its heart can no longer contend with the blood loss. 

but there is another, close, with Vengeance hanging off it. fueled by ire, she lunges forward again, tearing fang across a soft haunch. the left half of her face burns as if one fire, and the crucial targets are out of reach, but at least she can take some of its attention off of Vengeance.