Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

abruptly, there is a dark shape flinging herself at the girl. Hela does little else besides react, picking the nearest target and moving. surging forward to meet the attacker, she attempts to sink her fangs into the forelimb that rapidly encroaches on her personal space, to tear and rip at it however best she can. dimly she understands that the attacker is a wolf, but this hardly matters; she feels only the instinctive need to defend herself.