Bearclaw Valley Legally blonde

Just as his teeth met flesh another arrived on the scene, a familiar, mocha-esque wolf entering his line of sight. It was brief, his glance towards her, lasting just long enough for him to recognise who it was before he was back to staring at the flailing girl. The scent of piss infiltrated his nostrils, but it did nothing to satisfy him; her fear alone would not subdue the beast—only her corpse. With his canines still embedded in her flesh, the ghost took several quick, retreating steps. Having Reigi on the other end and tugging in the opposite direction, he intended to rip as much of the trespasser’s face off as he could manage.

And though such a wound would not kill her, it would serve as her punishment before his true wrath was revealed.