The Heartwood busted teeth

A white-hot pain seared across her skin as his claws tore open wounds. Blood seeped from the scrape and splattered onto the snow as she twisted away from his blows. Her eyes darted around his legs, looking for an opening, but seeing nothing but billowing black fur and flesh. He was everywhere and she had no where to go. Akantha let loose a furious scream that originated somewhere deep within as one great paw pressed down on her back. She felt his hot breath on her neck, and suddenly Akantha feared. She feared for her life, and the Sisters she left behind at the shore.

She kicked out, lashing blindly for anything within reach, as his teeth sunk into the flesh on her neck.