Felltree Marsh black bridge

Rolled a 6 myself.

Chased by the incessant teeth, forced back back back until something else caught her: roots, mud, mire weeds; clotheslined across the back of her head by a low branch.

That, coupled with the way the wolf sawed at her with crocodile teeth, put Kanuk in a bigger bind than she saw coming. The gnashing of fangs would spill more blood and stain her a deep purple crimson across the nape - until she could push through the pain and rip free.

A bolt of silver-furred flesh hanging limp from the boy's grinning maw. Kanuk was a dizzy, frenzied mess as she threw herself back, and around, clipping at his limbs desperately.