i dare not go, for if i do, my mother will say...

Clearly the older woman was lost and beyond any reasoning. They were here for chickens, not her brats, and her family were only in as much danger as they chose to put themselves in as far as she was concerned. (She frankly didn't have the emotional control anymore to realize that stealing livestock was still y'know... A threat to the pack's livelihoods, they don't call it blind rage for nothing.) But Flurry clamped down on any instinct to verbally push back, she wasn't going to bother wasting her breath, not when the woman showed no remorse for tearing a chunk out of a child less than a year old. It was the same rage she felt when she thought of Azure. The puppy kicker and the puppy maimer, what a pair they made, Flurry hoped they'd be happy together in hell whenever they got there. Her horns connected and Flurry snapped her head up just in time to see her opponent bouncing back and she shifted, spreading her legs and digging herself in. Distantly she heard the cat yowling (It had been intercepted by the badger who it was now taking some weak swipes at while hissing). Flurry made a decision, she didn't try to dodge or block the bite she simply aimed for the opposite shoulder on her opponent, jaws seeking purchase so she could hopefully pull and rip, take the same pound of flesh from the older woman as she'd taken from Sid. Flurry grunted in pain as fangs tore into her shoulder, and almost on instinct she flashed her forepaw up, hoping to slam her wrist into her opponent's throat, get her to let go even as Flurry sought to make the same bite she was now enduring.