Deepwood Weald I don't like walking around this old and empty house

fangs grazed her hip but she payed no mind, only continued her blind charge. the feeling of resistance was sudden and unheeded, and as tends to happen when something is pulled in two directions at once, there came a point when something tore and snapped in messy halves. the pain was blotted out by adrenaline and her sole focus on escape, but it came all the same. now, here, it only added fuel to the desperate fire that was her blind charge into escape. in a moment, two, she'd be a considerable distance from here - mostly. roughly half of her tail, begraggled and resembling some drowned rodent more than part wolf, was left in the jaws of Moath.