Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Maiken growled and nipped at the creature. She eyed Arlette knowing the she wolf was happier without teeth and claws. She couldn't blame her, she wasn't entirely pleased either, but she had been taught viciousness at an early age.

So she continued to swerve it, it seemed to be lagging, blood welling from numerous wounds. She wished for a brief moment she was larger, that she could do more damage.

She ripped at hole into leg.