Ravensblood Forest It’s Go Time

taking that last bit as a cue to assume Finley’s attack lands, so no roll this round; let me know if anything needs changing!

The adrenaline surge did the trick—head met fur and Donovan was down. Sheer adrenaline kept any lingering pain at bay as Finley wasted no time throwing herself over him, as a hunter might guard their prey, and reaching to sink her fangs around his neck.

It’s a spar. Conscious thought kicked in at the last moment to hold her back; Finley raised her aim, sparing the throat, and instead bit into his neck on the side. Restraint forced her maw open, just enough to avoid tearing deep into flesh, but beneath the hybrid’s thick mane her tongue still caught the light tang of blood. Here she would stay, hellbent on keeping her hold, until his next move.