The baying was enough to cause her a spark of insecurity. She floundered, with a brief flash of yellow-eyed doubt cast towards the oncoming girl.
They connected. The spider gripping tight, holding in a breath of putrid air which begged for escape. Whatever the plump body had been in life, it was little more than a soggy mouthful of half-rotten meat; something that the pack had probably forgotten about, or left without a care.
It tasted sweet and sour against her tongue, peppered by the growing frustration that welled within the girl, alongside the ache of her body, from the hit. This skirmish was not something that Bayou was prepared for - her knack for escape was prized above all other skills. Flight before fight. Always.
The girl chased, and the youth did not relent; charging through the forest with her eyes trained upon the stranger, and not upon her path. She managed to put a length of space between their bodies when the stranger gave way to howl - calling for reinforcements, when all she had to deal with was a hungry girl? Minables