Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

The wound on her neck was taxing, bleeding heavily. It left her anxious and frankly, pissed off. She hated scars, hated her pelt being dirty, hated this disobedient little shit in front of her that refused to fucking die. She was BLOODBOURNE, damnit! As the shewolf knocked the air from her chest she gasped, splay legged and wheezing as the shewolf skittered away. "Coward. Sneaky little bitch." She snarled, finding her breath and moving her paws forward again in a slow march. "I'm going to make sure the next time you come through here you remember me. I'm going to fuck up that pretty little face. " She hissed, before lunging forward again, jaws closing on the shewolf's face, daggers stabbing at anything she could tear at. She hoped to cost the bitch an eye, or at least tear off her lip. She would not be walking out of these woods unscathed.