Haunted Wood sold my soul to the calling

her face burns; still tender from where the coyote had torn at it. he released after a moment, but she did not allow him a moment's respite. surging forward, she kept close, dropping to seize his forelimb. she aimed for the easy to wound areas; the ankle, hock. once she had her grip, she whipped her head side to side as if his limb were a ragdoll as much as these close quarters would allow. she knew well that the move left her scruff exposed but this, too, was something she'd practiced with Black Hat.