Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

it was a good thing evien joined in -- for if he had remained on the sidelines some passive watcher, astara would have torn into him next.

her vision was clouded by fury -- she dove and lunged and fought and bit -- while her opponent gave it back in spades.

brilliant red doused her coat -- whether it was hers or the intruder's astara did not know. she continued on, incensed by every blade of pain. she continued on, unaware of evien's dulled sight, watching only as the healer ripped the intruder (NO!! MINE!!) out from under her.

a scarlet wreath splattered out from under him; rivulets of blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. at first astara feared it was his own -- but as she trailed the healer's darkly matted throat, she realized what had transpired.

a sick grin split across her features, revealing teeth filmed by blood. astara's tail rose and she stepped towards evien with a victorious smile -- welcome to the fold, brother.