Hideaway Strath moonlight casted upon sinner's skin

they need three posts of fighting each for it to count, toward a trade

Whrist was not a social wolf she had raised herself, amongst others who shunned her. She was an emotionally stunted mess and this moment was just the icing on the cake. She is a crazy bitch and she is a mess. Her emotions were something she never had to deal with out on her own as a lone wolf and right now they were just to much for her.

Red anger and white fur was all that she saw. Sounds stopped being registered, Pain Stopped being registered, her eyes were unfocused even as she realed back once her ear was released, her breath was knocked from her belly but it to something that she didn’t register with her intellect she only responded. She was a fighter to her core when her senses fled all that was left was the insane warrior.

Whrist jumped back her maw wide, her breath coming in panting gasps as she caught her wind again, her muzzle wrinkled exposing white teeth, she took moment to circle the white being in front of her before throwing herself at her unwilling opponent yet again. This time, However she aimed, angling for the back of the neck, she wanted blood and there were lots of pretty veins in the ruff of the neck. 

The ruff the loosest skin on a wolfs whole body, Somewhere deep down, she didn’t really want to kill this one, this one was still pack, still belonged to her, if only her sanity would resurface.