Meadowlark Prairie Oh please; youre drunk

Etephyr is at 8 HP. I rolled a 5, damage is 5. And feel free to take as much time as you need!

As she dug her nails into his skin she began to fear his fur was too thick to penetrate but as foreign warmth dripped on her fur, Etephyr knew the damage was done. She was nearly proud of herself, until Voids jaw firmly clasped itself around her throat. Panic began to set, air could not escape nor be taken in, the only sounds she made was a coarse mess of gurgling on her own spit and his blood.

Naturally, over the course of the fight, Etephyrs strength trickled from her body, much like the blood from her muzzle and side. It would take all her strength to release herself from his grasp and perhaps completely exhaust herself entirely. It was do or die.

Etephyr thrashed, causing herself further injury but gaining freedom. The bitch was quick to retaliate, diving for his flank. Despite being thoroughly exhausted Etephyr commanded her body to fight through it, fight through the blood loss, through the white hot pain of her ribs aching and through the remnants of being choked. She wasn't sure she would be able to withstand another attack.

Void was weakened by his leg and the fight, and the blood loss, and when the shewolf dove at his flank she brought him down with her. The large wolf stumbled to the ground, with the shewolf on his flank, and him laying on his opposite side, leaving his stomach very exposed to her legs. He thrust upward, blood and saliva spraying everywhere, throwing she shewolf off him. But he was weak. He didn't think he'd win this fight, but he had to give it one last go.

With all the strength he could muster he launched himself at her, trying to strike her eyes and maybe blind her.

I rolled a 2... :/

Voids HP- 1/20