Hideaway Strath IV

sorry so short guys.. my copy and paste I missed my last paragraph

Emotions were rampant in Whrist’s fragile psyche in order to seize control she was almost blind in her rage, her target was unimportant all she wanted was blood. She wanted to crush the life from something, she wanted something to feel the struggle for life as she squeezed the very essence from a body. But it was not to be, she got a mouthful of fur and as she she snuggled to spit it out, she get a mouthful of teeth and bleeding gums for her effort.

It was then she was blindsided and bulldozed and yet she was held upright as familiar teeth clamped into her ruff. Her paws scrabbled and looked for purchase under the snow, each of her harsh panting breaths painted more of the snow below her with red droplets, as it turned out her tongue was also bleeding the those bled like a sieve, as she licked her lips she spread blood across her maw and more blood marred the snow below her.

Whrist’s body was tense and legs trembled with stress and but soon she held still below his jaws, though this was nothing like the other times he had held her, her body still knew him, knew his scent and responded to him even if her mind refused to listen. Her body knew those teeth but she was pissed at their owner.

NO! she was pissed at the white wolf, they were the cause of all the pain in the world, this white bitch was just like all the other white wolves now long dead. Her white blue glare turned bored though Simmik's body even as she was held, though she saw nothing but white fur and a enemy that needed to be dealt with.

Her ears did not hear, and in her current state she'd never be able to focus, but if she had been able to understand what Nyra had said she would have kissed that white witch herself. Nyra’s attacks were sharper then fang and more insidious. Whrist was young and had a thing or two to learn, that is if she lived long enough.