snarl! snap!

Done. She slipped from the back, having given a sharp bite once she knew Medusa locked onto the jaguar's neck. Wren's neck reared back and she snapped by its eyes, momentarily blinding the feline. There was fear and sweat and blood in the air. She was going to assume it attracted more predators. But - the important thing. It was done.

It was done. Over. Dead. Wren tore away from the dead feline, panting. The effort of the hunt and the fight was almost too much. She had just gotten to this world. "Thanks" she breathed to Medusa, sitting down "I need to catch my breath." It was true, she was almost at her limit. She would watch if the other woman began to loot, content to breathe in and out slowly. Steadily.

She was alive. But for how long? This world was so dangerous. Countless predators attacking wolves, who had seemed akin to gods in other realms. No one fucked with a pack wolf, even if they were alone. Wren closed her eyes, relishing in the darkness it brought.

"Speech"
3/3 track and hunt medium prey (wild hog)
3/3 fight predator (jaguar)