Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

Her teeth meet only air, and moments later she finds herself snarling and pinned by the scruff. She finds the action strange; merciful.

Calfuray is anything but. A pinned wolf is a dead wolf.

Paws push from the ground, jaws reaching to meet cheek, but she finds her injured leg struggling. Rala had warned her to let it rest.

Cal's attacks are loud, filled with snarls and barks. Briefly her single eye flicks to the territory behind him. She knows well that he cannot be the only one here.