Phoenix Maplewood dark archer, light up another sun

Nyxie looked at the wolf a distance away from her. She had bit a chunk in his leg. He looked weak but ready to bolt. She breathed heavily and looked over herself. She had a minor leg wound and shoulder wound as well. She growled and walked slowly forward.

She stopped when she came to the last bit of rabbit carcass. She looked down at it and ate the last few bites. She spit some blood out of her mouth. She backed away slowly never taking her eyes off the other wolf. She doubted it would attack her. When she reached to bushes she stood still and waited.