Ravensblood Forest It’s Go Time

unfortunate wolf yells at dice

Nope nope nope nope nope not going easy at all. Finley made contact with open air and a stinging pain shot through her lower leg, as if stepping through thorns; but thorns didn’t grab her limbs and swing, kicking the rest of her limbs out from under her—

Thud. She wasn’t a lightweight wolf and the fall forced wind from her lungs; but if Finley had retained any of her training, staying down was never an option. A nip at her haunches told her he was behind her now, probably being a smug bastard again, god damn it not again—

Barely down for another breath, Finley snarled, lunged again at that stupid curly tail; jaws snapped around open air. Fuck it. She charged forward anyway, snarling, ready to rear into a tackle if she got close enough or even straight-up headbutt the brute in the chest. Anything to get him under her for a change.