Phoenix Maplewood oh she dreams

The dark wolf was prepared on some defense, and was quick to back away when she heard the bloody screech of the feline. It was a quick tip to the side, but she felt a wince when a knick came to be. Her speed could not match that of a cat, and she almost felt ashamed by this factor, that even her training did not help in this small moment. Her senses felt they have been dulled. It wasn't deep enough to paint the white with crimson, but enough where she felt a wound open up right near her cheek. She did not know if the other caught a bit of her blood, nor' did it mattered anymore...

The other fled, and she contemplated onto following. For if the cougar dared to go deeper into the forest, Desdemona would track the feline down, and try to best the other. She growled and bristled while watching the other run.