Redhawk Caldera [m] Kamikaze

I'm going to hold off on posting with P+J until tomorrow but I wanted to throw this onto the pile...

Wildfire ate her fill of the fresh venison and retired several yards away to chew on one of the doe's ulnae. It had just pricked her in the gum when two dark figures strode into the clearing: the returned Peregrine and an unfamiliar black she-wolf with mismatched eyes and strange marks all over her forelegs. Wildfire dropped the bone. The stranger intrigued her, though she did not move forward to greet her half-sister as their father introduced her. She just sat still, though she flattened slightly when Junior slunk closer with an exuberant greeting.

The next thing the red pup knew, there was a set of jaws at her throat. She felt fangs piercing the fur and flesh on the side of her neck, then a crushing pressure preventing her from taking a breath. The sensation changed just as abruptly when the embedded teeth raked forcefully sideways, then released. Thus throttled, bleeding and in shock, Wildfire went limp and flopped on the ground like a discarded rag doll. Her golden eyes rolled in her head as wolves tousled practically on top of her. Snarls and shrieks filled the air, drowning out the thin, weak whine that bubbled from her mangled throat.