Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Outta Me [RAID]

The smaller woman was fast and Deluge clenched her eyes tightly closed as feline claws came out to scratch at her face. The adrenalin and shock of the situation made the whitest parts of her coat thrum blue. Instinctively, she lowered her head closer to the ground in the process, the same way she would sometimes rub her antlers against trees, but this time through the grass and dirt of the plains. She lifted her own clawed paw, forgetting about the spiny mowhawk on the other wolfs head, as she further attempted to drag her off (but she was hesitant to cause any lasting injuries). The screaming of her lapwing overhead did little to assist the girl in finding any sort of calm. Her face felt wet with what she could only assume was blood. What she couldn't see was her companion dive bombing a feline at her rear, spurred wings  at the ready to be wielded like weapons.