Bramblepoint my sweet torment

maggak had never before fought like this. she felt herself scramble, unthinkingly; she tore at warm skin and raked with her claws, shoved with all the power in her little body; until there was only cold air where the tupilak had once been.
an unspeakable horror shocked every nerve in the girl's body. others had appeared, now; alaric, a blonde girl she did not recognize. both of them would be met with the red-stained gleam of her shining teeth if they moved too close to acrux. instantly she swept to his side, wrapped herself around him; pale arms now drenched in mud, heart thudding.
we must tell anânsiak, maggak mutters, voice shaken, a statement meant for those of village moonspear alone. grandmother moon had been right —

and she swore to herself then that she would slay that beast with her own fangs.