come, little children

A fang catches on her muzzle, ripping down the side as the loner lashes out. Rain takes a few quick steps back with a squeal of pain. Blood oozes from the deep scratch that now decorates her muzzle from the top of her nose to the bottom of her jaw. She has been through many fights, but never has a wolf acted limp. It had caught her unawares, leading her from surprise to a sudden rush of anger.

Lunging back towards to wolf, Rain puts her full body into it. Her aim is to knock this loner off her feet and hold her down for a bite to the shoulder. Disabling the loner would have to be the way to go to end the fight it seems.