Redhawk Caldera Ten things you didn't know

She had wanted to grip him and rake the spine out of the back of his skull- but she would have needed a bear's jaws in order to accomplish such a feat, so her ambition fell far short of her goal. Instead, she struck him with a blow that wouldn't hold a grip and would do little more than stun him.

She felt the cool breeze whip against her side as they parted and the arrogant creature had the gall to clamber up the slope- simply to get higher than her. He didn't attack- but his posture was defiant. Niamh radiated rage, but the pain from her injured limb made her feverish with delirium.

Perhaps he'd won the fight- but she wouldn't let him win the war. So she tilted her head back and emitted a short but loud wail- a rally-cry for her packmates, to swarm to her side and take down the arrogant man who thought himself to be above pack law. Imbedded in her howl was a message clear as day:

"USURPER!" 

Breathless, she staggered, but lifted her gaze and bared her teeth at him, blood dribbling from her lips. If she couldn't be the winner, she would play the victim.