Horizon Ridge the lotus-eaters

Broken leg, coming up!

As trained as she thought she was, this boy had a bit of an advantage which would serve him well. He was the defender in the assault, and he was a pack wolf; both factors meant that Basilie was the weaker of the two. He was well fed and strong, and she was a rogue who lived from scant meal to scant meal. Regardless, her anger was piqued and she was true to form: eagerly diving at the soft tissue of the stranger's belly.

But he was prepared, and countered her attempt with a snap of his own teeth towards her neck. Naturally she ducked and tried to maneuver out of the way. His teeth caught at the base of her nearby ear, and in her attempt to be free of him, Basilie felt the pinch and the tear of skin. Blood ran down the side of her head - but the pain incited further mayhem from her.

He was not as nimble as he thought. That, or Basilie had stepped it up a notch because of the sudden strike against her. She ducked and wove out of the way, no longer aiming for his exposed belly or even his throat, but for one of his legs. A snap of her teeth later, and she had a firm grasp at his elbow - so she began to pull, hoping to disorient and unbalance her enemy. The force she placed upon this hold was meant to hold. In her haste and in her pain, as soon as her teeth touched upon the limb, her jaw set like a vice and began to crush the very bone.