Redtail Rise Then she'll carelessly cut you

Disguised, the masked wolves regarded each other, fire in their eyes. She watched the blood drip from Relic's muzzle, and fought the urge to draw more- perhaps even from him. But the kindred wildness they shared smothered that impulse; instead, she uttered a soft, inviting growl, and with her hackles flown, she wheeled, and bolted. 

They left behind little more than shreds, of what used to be an animal, and coursed through the packlands leaving behind spatters and streaks of ichor.