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Hawk's capable eye is wide, whale-eyed, and burning with wrath untamed. She had found her mark on the woman's hip; and she would not relent. not yet. the pressure of her jaws is bruising and brutal, her breath hot and scathing as she shakes viciously. fang tearing into flesh, dragging and catching to carve a nasty, deep wound into her bitch cousin's side. the pain of her damaged eye, the one she is unsure will ever be capable again, does not stop her. it is a feeling she relishes, as it fuels the fire.

her hold cannot last forever. her cousin is wheeling around to take aim for her face; she will not allow it. the wound she left is grievous enough for her bloodlust satisfaction. and so she release, surging forward so their jaws can lock. both sets of fang sing into flesh of muzzle and jowl alike. her snarl is a ravenous thing as she pushes. unwilling to bend, unwilling to lose. it would be only one of their deaths or her queen's call for her to cease. but for now, she can only wish her brutish strength overpowers and she can send the woman sprawling into the snow.