Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

Was she just as stubborn as he? Or maybe just as stupid. Whatever the case, the girl still hadn't summoned the pack (for which Redshank was grateful, truly, maybe they had fewer numbers than he had first thought) and instead lunged, fangs unsheathed and claws aiming to tear at his side. He released a snarl of his own, rearing and aiming to throw his body weight into her charge.

The small girl was quick, however, and her claws met their mark, leaving bloody wounds down his sides that traced his ribcage. Redshank released a sharp cry of pain, turning his head and aiming for her, face, ears, neck — anything he could grab ahold of.