Redtail Rise piercing

it was a blur, perhaps because of the motion and excitement, or the blood that gushed from sunrise's wound. akin to the face bleeding profusely, the neck was perhaps a lucky flesh wound that would not leave her permanent damage but just looked awful. however, she could feel herself growing slightly disoriented in the mass of clashing teeth and growls.

bloodspot fell, though it appeared she didn't bleed strangely enough. with a spinning head, sunrise comes to pull back and attempt to jostle masque awake with feverish bumps of her muzzle. the sight of breathing would be enough for the youth to know she lives, simply unconscious.

whining, bleeding, out of breath, she comes to watch as the others continue their tumble. perhaps a cowardly move to leave the brawl, but what use would she be if she was near passing out herself? a few deep breaths, she steadies herself as she comes to take a few paces away from the beloved caru, hackles raised and ready to cut off a retreat should the man be able to wiggle out of this death grip.

and through it all, she hopes he is killed.