Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

As the Count made her hold, so did the others, each one rushing to take their own bite as the girl finally dropped the fish she had stolen. However, instead of a cry or attempt to run, she bit back. Fangs raked into her muzzle, a burning sensation that caused Ira to pull away quickly. She could feel as teeth tore at her skin, hot blood pooling already at the sensitive tissue. To think she had given the girl a chance too, but it was clear this was a rock she wished to die on. Anger was never something that got the best of her, but it seemed today was the wrong day to push lines.

A snarl rose in her throat as she shook off the initial shock and pain coursing through her snout, LEAVE! Ira didn't care if it was in tatters or that she was just a young fool. She would learn here or die for her stupidity. Despite her words, she wouldn't let the intruder simply walkout. Ira lunged again, latching at her vulnerable side, and shook her head with a force to tear.