Haunted Wood Be free my little pest

that was an awesome spar. Consider the pack Whrist is about to offer PM @Kynareth Deagon or @Derg to be added

The raven black femme distracted the brutish sized female she was fighting by well timed snaps upon paws an ankles and though none of those injuries would be life threatening, they were certainly something her opponent could not ignore and still keep fighting.

As her teeth snapped down upon the left front ankle, she felt the larger wolf shift for a better grip possibly on her flank, that what she herself would have went for because that would be debilitating for her.

In that moment as the grip loosened before the femme could shift toward her flank, that, THAT was when Whrist made her move. She wheeled out from under the female and snapped her teeth upon the lips of the female hopefully tearing flesh. But not necessary as she continued her back peddle away letting the female go. She made space between them and her white blues glared at the bloody oversized female; barely containg her smirk as she enjoied her handy work.

Finally she sat upon the ground, panting heavily “I’m Whrist” She offered as if they had not almost just fought to the death.  “And you? What pack do you hail from? I don’t smell any pack on you?” Despite the fight, or rather in-spite of it, she liked this female,  “You would do well in the  Saints of Dying Light, They are based out of Hideaway Strath in the Tuktu Hinterlands”