Redsand Canyon Such a dark destiny

Permission has been given by Teo in PM for massive damage, excluding removal of limbs and death <3

Nyra latches to Crowfeather's leg with cannibalistic hunger. Her teeth sink in deep, her goal to hinder the use of that leg extensively and long-term if she had her way. 
As the boy yelped and kicked for her face, Nyra ducked her head to avoid claws in the eyes, digging her teeth in deeper and jolting him violently in a shaking motion in an effort to break his leg. 
Whether or not she succeeded was left to fate. 
His fighting against her was desperate, and the Warmonster felt alive in the thrill of her attack. 
She arced her teeth for more of his face, his neck, shoulders, sides, everything she could bite and maim and tear, she did. 

In the end, Nyra stopped her assault on Crowfeather when he was a few feet from death's door. She knew he wasn't quite dead yet, and if he lived long past this, maybe the little brat would think twice or three times in the future. 
Spitting his fur and flesh from her jaws, the Grandmaster growled loudly through bared teeth and hovered over Crowfeather. 
"Do not cross the Saints again." She purled like personified nightshade.
With that, Nyra would glance to the steep downward slant of the side of the mountain they stood upon. 
Not keen on leaving the battered yearling right outside her door, Nyra considered tossing him down the mountain, but her scent would be on Crowfeather all the same regardless of where she left him. 

She'd take what would inevitably come to the best of her ability. 

And so, Nyra turned back the way she came with a grave expression. Her face would stay cold and murderous the entire way home. 
It was moving time.