Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

She thought of nothing now, save for one thing: survival. If she remained here, she wouldn't just get hurt, she would surely die. None of this crossed Wildfire's mind in any conscientious way. She operated by pure instinct and will to live.

Teeth clipped the sagging skin of her ruff, yanking her back. Unwilling to accept defeat, Wildfire snarled and spat like an angry cat, tearing her own flesh in her bid to escape. She didn't even feel pain, as adrenaline coursed through her veins, giving her strength she didn't rightfully possess.

She tore free, slamming into the wall, where she left a small smear of fresh blood. The bi-colored she-wolf still blocked the way, so now Wildfire crouched and attempted to dart between her legs.