Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

Simmik often spent time on the glacier, and that had been where she was headed today after a patrol of the edge of the northern part of the territory. She trotted silently through the thinning part of the woods, inspecting scents and marking all her usual places. It didn't take her long to pick up on the scent of a stranger, clearly crossing over from the glacier and into the forest. She was immediately reminded of the two trespassers that attacked Aibreann and had been after the pups. Her jaw tightened in anger and she switched direction and sprinted deeper into the territory to find the intruder, hopefully before they caused any harm to anyone.

As she began to trail him through the trees, she realized she recognized the scent; he had trespassed here before, and that only made her fury grow. She wanted nothing more than to rip him apart for his audacity. Clearly he hadn't learned his lesson the first time—or he had and just didn't care.

A flash of grey among the green made her pick up speed. Her familiarity with the forest meant she could sprint through the underbrush without making too much noise, but she didn't much care if he was warned or not. She just wanted to sink her teeth into his dumb hide. A snarl sounded from her throat and she leaped to close the remaining distance. She aimed to throw herself into him and knock him to the ground, her teeth aiming straight for the side of his throat where they would clamp down with all the force she could apply the second they connected with flesh.

i figured you could decide how serious the injury is!