Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

HP: 14/20 ; rolled: 8

Ash Paw returned the bites and the growls and the cuts as good as she got. Large blunt claws carved into her shoulder and blood welled out. But again her speed saved her from deep wounds. Though she was not kind to him. Though she was certain she saw almost a glimmer of something in his gaze, that perhaps he didn't hate her. She did not hate him, merely wished to show him his wrongs.


He laughs at the pain and it turns her stomach just a bit. What kind of wolf was this? Though he was fascinating all the same. She growled again. And threw a paw forward hoping to connect with his throat or his face, not kill, but remove him from her sight. If she could just cause enough pain.