Redtail Rise Obey your master

The instant she really began to apply pressure in an attempt to strangle her prey, a snarl ripped through the air behind her. Masque’s ears drew back, though she maintained her grip until she felt the sting of teeth on her overlong tail. Her jaws began to loosen, then she dropped her victim completely when she felt the fangs grind into her flesh and begin to saw.

With a muted yip, Masquerade pivoted, defending herself with an attempted bite of her own. She wrenched free with an excruciating tearing sensation, instinctively leaping a few feet clear. This afforded her a view of both her assailant and her victim and she realized, with a sharp hitch of breath, that they were tiny wolves.

She did not need someone to explicitly explain to her that her own kind was not to be eaten. Masque understood it on an instinctive and visceral level. Realizing her egregious error, she whined, her long and bloodied tail scooping between her legs as she crouched in abject apology.