Neverwinter Forest Through gutters filled with black debris.

either is fine with me!

He jumped up and stumbled a little just as she reached him. Her first attempt was at the face that should have sparked her memory, but her focus was too singular; the only thought moving through her mind was that she needed to rid the forest of the trespasser. Her teeth snapped the air in front of his face, moving to his shoulder next. Spurred by anger and the fact that her first attempt had missed, her teeth clamped down on the flesh there so hard that she thought she heard them clamp together again. Whether or not that was the case, she reused to let go of her mouthful. He was able to struggle free from her teeth, though, and she just moved onto whatever was closest, sinking her teeth again. She moved on to his hip as he freed himself once more, tearing into him there too. She had no intention of letting up until he was ripped to pieces or out of their territory.

She would normally show more restraint—at least enough to give him a chance to leave, but the anger that swelled inside her was so strong that none of her usual rationality was able to pierce through it; it came from a place that had nothing to do with his transgression, but she was too wrapped up in the moment to see it. She could control this moment—make this wolf pay for intruding into a place that didn't belong to him. So she would continue her assault of snapping teeth and ripping flesh until he stopped fighting or was out of her sight.