Larksong Grotto XLVIII

the spell had been cast, for the blood of a hunter and fighter speed through her veins as sunrise pursues. her sister grows talented in her catches, and perhaps she may be the better match for a bird who requires a light foot and a swift speed. but for a fox, a mere pest of the rise who may bore illegitimate headaches? that would be the job of a protector, and perhaps no better to try than sunrise. everything goes red.

the ground comes flying beneath her, dirt scattering and leaves growing disheveled as sunrise digs her nails into the dirt to turn after the fox. the male goes flying like a bullet in the night, though a stumble on his part would cost him everything. akin to her own chase after bullfrogs, the red beast snags a leg and tumbles into the grass, squealing in panic as the wolf girl is upon him.

a mercy kill would have been his neck. but in her inexperience, sunrise grabs his hind legs in a single swoop and delivers a sickening bite. his running days are behind him as the girl seems unfazed by the permanent damage she has done, rumbling thunder from her throat as the fox bites at her muzzle and leaves punctures of vermillion.