I love the fog

Vriska could feel her muscles itching as he jumped at her. The chase had begun as she licked her muzzle out of blood lust. She was not too stupid though as she dodged and made her aim for one of his legs. If she was able to get him to the ground, she could have some fun couldn't she? Vriska was shivering with the delight and thought of blood, sometimes she got like this. The male had the same game as her so he'd fight back. The female had spent her life on building pain, though she had never been really scaved herself besides for broken bones as a pup. Could she really handle the pain of having skin ripped off from her. Flesh being torn apart at another's pleasure?

(So sorry for the super super short reply qvq)