Ravensblood Forest I ran all night and day.

Rolled to hold bite, rolled a 3, Eartha's grip slips. Attempted bite again.

Her teeth struck true, and she could taste fur and flesh in her mouth, rewarded with a scream to match. She pressed harder, determined to keep her grasp tight around the piece of flesh that she had. Inexplicably, her hold slips, the woman's movement knocking her teeth loose from her body. In that moment when her mouth is empty she can feel the sting of teeth in her own body from the girl's flurry of bites. Eartha lunged forward again, aiming at the girl's throat to end the fight. Her prize was so close in her grasp, after all. She wasn't going to lose him.