Golden Glade Paint it black

A harsh attack, one for the face, which Eden had suffered twice over now. The woman's teeth grated over her now closed wounds that lined her eye, and the young moher called out for reprieve. Once she escaped from under the others grip, she summoned back the urges that she'd chosen to hide in her youth and aimed for the others throat, once again. Of course, there was a miss, and Eden chose to reevaluate, aiming for one of her hindlegs instead.

Then, her head whipped back, and a furious call was made for @Sylvas Streiter and @Shalon. She wouldn't be able to do it alone; she needed help.