Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

She was pleased to find purchase, and raked, and raked, and raked, coming away with blood smearing her snowy coat. Maegi drew back and snarled, only for him to come at her with the same force she had employed (it was really only fair). She felt his jaws rake the ruined side of her face, tearing a line perpendicular to her half-Glasgow smile.

The girl yelped, and then let out a quick howl, hoping the pack would get the message from there. It was clear that to take on this man alone was folly. Perhaps she was in too deep already, which meant that she would have to find a way to break the surface before she received backup.

You fucker, she shrieked, and went for his own visage with claws--maybe she could take an eyeball with her, give it to Mou as a present.