What if I say I'm not like the others

This was hell, Marina realized. Her worst fears, her history repeating itself… except this time she wasn’t going to get away. No, this time she was the victim. She could hear her parents, crying for her to get away, could hear the screams of the cannibal wolves as they descended upon her family… Marina froze, her red and pink eyes fixed on the brute above her. She scarcely dared to breathe, seeing the face of her parent’s killer, impossible as that was. Then there was more pain… a searing pain as the brute snapped down right above her right forepaw. She could hear the snap of her bone in his jaw and Marina screamed.

The scream seemed far away, and, perhaps in a moment of self preservation, the femme retreated inside her mind. Marina was no longer present, but Rainbow Syndrome, the very beast and creature she’d learn to fear, was now writhing with pain underneath the brute’s grasp. Snarls, deep and guttural ripped from her throat. Her jaws salivated, and there was a more primal look in her eyes now as she aimed to clamp her muzzle down over he brute’s own. Sure she’d crush her own bone further… but it’d be worth it to get some retaliation.