Firefly Glen blood in eden

With a muffled growl, Keyni tugged at the bear's filthy hide. Blood seeped into her mouth, which she wanted to spit out. She refused to release her hold. Jade eyes darted sideways to glimpse the killing touch of the mountain queen, wrapping her jaws around his throat. Under all of their combined efforts, his strength left him. Loss of blood and denial of life giving air was his end. The behemoth collapsed, yet the tundrian did not relent until his heaving sides ceased to rise. When they did and the light left his eyes, she was certain his bloody reign over the Glen was over.

Stepping back with a bloodied muzzle, she spat the vile tufts of brown fur from her mouth. There was little time to rest. Antares was on the offensive, charging for the pale outsider. Keyni knew not of her affiliation with the Saints, nor did she care. She may have assisted, but she was a trespasser on claimed soil. Soil soaked with far too much blood of their own. Naturally following the Ostrega's lead, she rallied, but not nearly with as much aggression, trying for snaps at Nyra's hind legs, to try and drive her off.