Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

A flailed paw somehow caught her in the chin, slamming her jaws closed in such a way that dazed the wraith for a long enough moment that he was allowed the ability slip out from beneath her. Shaking off her sudden headache, or attempting to rather, Atropos lunged after him, teeth snapping at whatever she could reach before he escaped. Too slow, was she, and her mouth closed on empty air, fruitless in her final attack.