Put Out the Cat

The other woman understood yet again and made her way to a low hanging branch that would draw the wolf-killers attention upwards. The situation couldn't have been more perfect. As the cat lowered is arm after swiping up at the tree bound fae, Resins teeth were already piercing its throat. The beast, taken by surprise, struggled and sank its claws into either side of the ashen fae's body. The sharp points poked through, but there wasn't much strength left behind them. With its airway and and arteries severed, the cat struggled it's last and lay dead upon the swampy ground.

Resin released the dead animal and moved back a pace to sit and catch her breath. Adrenaline had kept her from feeling pain, but now it was tapering off. With a grimace, she shot that lone yellow eye towards the female in the tree. "Resin," was all that she could muster.