Northstar Vale to kick around as a toy

the rear of the larger male was all she needed to decide he was no longer a threat. she messily dogged the kicks, though a couple managed to connect dully with her shoulder, her neck. with voice like a banshee, did the woman begin to shriek, driving shards of ice into her already pounding head. shutupshutupshutup. gods, it hurt, so much, and she did not know where she was or who she was only that the silver bitch needed to be made quiet. 

and how easy did she make it. lips curled back as she charged, straight and true for the woman's side. fangs where set to tear and rend, she would not desist until her muzzle were to be smeared with crimson.