Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

Calahan hadn't expected a calm explanation of the events that had transpired. He knew better than that. But he didn't expect this. He paid little mind to the pearl toned woman. When the blood-covered wolf turned his hateful crimson gaze upon him, he shuddered. This murderer was a lunatic, no doubt. There was no reasoning with a madman, he was sure of it. 

The hit caught him off guard. It shouldn't have. The wood colored canine aimed for his throat, but it was a mercy that his teeth found Calahan's shoulder instead. Sharp fangs ripped fur, and along with a searing pain, he felt the trickle of warm blood. There went a peaceful resolution. The tawny man lunged, aiming to grasp and sever an ear, a tail, something!

I rolled a 6 in the tabletop forum.