Firefly Glen suspended in this disaster

she grabbed the boy by his thin skull and flung him aside. her teeth sunk into meat cleanly. expertly. the click of tooth against bone, of ripping flesh..

sick sick delight coursing through her veins that he had been so unassuming a mark, so easily disposed.

astara felt a black stroke of malevolence for this boy, for his pompous crowing and his kinds' possession of a territory that was not their own. her fangs bared readily as a cobra's as she reared to strike, only to hear the thundering gait of a wolf bearing down upon her.

she whirled in time to meet dacio, but not avoid his attack. he grabbed the thick of her ruff as she dived downward, feeling pain as it tore through the back of her nape. incensed, fueled now by needling desperation, astara lunged for the man's unprotected limb to seize it and overthrow him.