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

She had to dodge his panicked snapping, sliding in and out between attempted bites to try and deliver more damage and earning herself a few more smaller cuts to her face anytime she didn't move quickly enough. Mal made good work of the intruder's hip, causing the struggle to become more frantic as their prey probably started to realize where this was headed. 

He managed to slip from both of their grasps though, and attempted to make a run for it. She exchanged only a brief glance with Mal. It was clear they were on the same page—the trespasser had not been punished enough. She launched herself forward, easily tracking the trail of blood across the forest floor; the scent of it fueled her need to make him pay more than he already had. It wasn't enough. She would surely follow him across the borders. She would follow him for as long as it took. 

She had no plan of stopping until she brought him down for good. There needed to be no doubt what would happen to those who ignored their boundaries and put their pack in danger.