Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

The pain of the other shewolves teeth on her neck light a fury in her and she snarls, tearing herself out of the the other's grip. Flesh and fur come free as blood splashes the ground- Nemisis made a grave underestimation in how good the other's hold had been, and had damaged herself. 
shaking it off she snapped forward again, teeth closing on the soft throat right under the shewolves jaw. She shakes violently, feeling blood pour from the wound and down her waiting throat. 
She will end this fight with the tresspasser submitting or dead...then again perhaps she might let her live enough to warn others about the threat that now dwelled here.