Porcupine Ridge artemis

Envy took great delight shredding the heels of this poor old grandma, too chicken to properly grab hold, but just bold enough to nick away and away and away. Just about through, tear a tendon right in two...

Not needed, a root seemed to do the trick well enough. She watched the others, waiting to see what they would do, first; when Hex drew first blood, she fell back and loitered along the edge.

Unbecoming of her usual enthusiasm! she defied her nature and crept around the front, finding somewhere less risky to bite. Wasn't like her size accounted for much of the restraint anyways; she'd be wasted on a leg! simply wasted! So for the greater good, she moved to find a better angle, offer pure agony to the mix.

Hehe, face. Needle-sharp canines clamped around eye socket and muzzle, occasionally let go to find somewhere else. She left most of the work to everyone else.