Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

rolled 7
omfg i'm not lucky wtf happened

The woman aimed to push her to the ground. Wren snarled, refusing to submit so easily. Her growl was breathless, as each wolf was reaching their limit. Feeling desperate, the brunette tore away from the white wolf. If Nyra still was forcing her paws down, she perhaps didn't have time to react to the next bit.

Wren lashed out for her cheek, aiming a bite at it full on. The power behind it was a bit rough, but only a small speck of red would well up. She'd pull her head backward, feeling the end was near. She'd used up the last of her energy. All that was left was to declare a victor - if anything. Waiting, huffing softly, she stared at Nyra.

And she didn't attack again.