Bonesplinter Ravine You've been out all night

the snapping of teeth, the tangling of limbs and the colliding of bodies brought back memories of the streets and brawls fought between strays over overturned garbage cans. it made her heart pump blood in a way that pushed out the fear, leaving her running on adrenaline and instinct.

when the desired moment of freedom, the miniscule opening, showed itself, the bitch sprang past the red he-wolf, circled the white she-wolf and ran, ran, ran forwards and towards the opening of the ravine. 

she ran, but a part of her knew her stocky, short-snouted kind was not made for sprinting. already she was snorting, struggling to breathe, but she knew knew knew, despite not knowing what she did to invoke her ire, that this time the scarred cunt would not let her get out alive.

shit shit shit shit