Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

Madness consumed her as she clung to the bear, only to be torn off and sent flying with a hunk of bloody fur in her mouth. She did not yield to the pain in her hip and lunged again and again toward the bear in any gap she could find between her swarming packmates. She was shouldered, elbowed, buffeted by her brethren in their attempts to vanquish the beast.

Erzulie. Val. Jorunn. Wing. Theo.

She did not miss the red-tailed man as he appraised the situation and fled. She roared in fury, and turned her lashings upon the bear, pulling and tearing where she could- ever mindful of where her young son was. She kept him in the corner of her eye, even when she felt something puncture her skin at her hip the moment before her world began to somersault over and over again. Flung away from the creature, she rolled and rolled, leaving behind a bloody streak in the snow. 

She shook her head and pulled herself up, blinded by blood trickling down into her eyes from a gash across her forehead. She blinked and could see through a dark haze that the bear was fleeing. She tried to pull herself to her feet, only to find her back legs wobbly and weak. Steam rose from the corners of her lips. 

She could not give chase to the creature to shepherd it further away from her lands, but the attack had been successful; it was on the run from their home. She rubbed her face in the snow to try and clear the blood from her eyes so she could see the remains of her packmates and assess the damage; any who neared her would be fended off with snapping jaws. She was toxic, still, and would allow any to tend to her. 

"Who lives?" She cried. She rolled her eyes to try and see, though the whites of her eyes shone blood red.