Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

rolled a 13 I DON'T KNOW HOW?!

 


Nyra chomos into the flesh she ripped away like it was a snack, though not for long until the dog comes snapping for her face in the split seconds after. 
The fawny bitch is assuming at her scars and Nyra lurches to swerve, catching slashes to the cheek and part of her upper neck behind her jaw instead, 

A savage noise erupts from the behemoth woman as she lunges again, aiming her frenzied teeth for Diesel's neck, or even her inner shoulder if she couldn't rend muscle from her intended target area.