Redsand Canyon 'cause baby's got a black soul

Her teeth hit, wrapping around the spindly limb of the attackers tail. As much as she would love to bite down and twist, she remembered her training. She knew she mustn't hold on too long, for the silvered wolf was liable to whirl upon her and Towhee. 

In a blur amidst the chaos and commotion, Malila, with her smaller and lighter frame, was easily thrown aside. Tossed to the ground, she winced, but was unharmed. She scrambled to her feet, eyes flashing while the enemy bolted in retreat. Calling to someone. Ah, so he was not alone.

She nodded sharply, wordlessly to the Imperator's command. She would be more useful off the battlefield. She turned to Aquene. "C'mon. We need to get you to your den. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." She stated, with an uncharacteristic seriousness in her voice. As she left with Aquene, her blood surged, making her feel proud. Confident that they were backed by such a formidable pack.