Out with the old

He wasn't taking this seriously, she could feel it in his fighting style. Even if he did manage to surprise her, pulling her forward and towards his mutant-sized form. She released his paw but let the momentum carry her forward, shooting under his stomach. Baring her teeth as she aimed to scrap her fangs across his underbelly. It slowed her forward pass, and she didn't realise at first how bad a decision that was. She felt his teeth clamp around her right hind leg, yanking her to a stop.

She hissed like a cat, and scrambled for his own hind leg. Trying to cling to it and pull herself forward. She felt a strain on her leg as she savagely tore at his skin. “Kite! She heard his voice, muffled over her limb, warning her. “Kite, enough.” He started to pull her backwards and she ripped further into his back leg. Shredding it, tasting blood. It excited her, and her rising blood blinded her from logic. He pulled harder, but she refused to let go. He gave one hard yank, and she heard and felt the snap vibrate through her. She let all strength bleed suddenly from her attack, and with the sudden lack of resistance she felt herself flying backwards. Pulled out until she was in front of him once more. Her face was white, and so was his. “Kite, I- I didn't mean-” She stumbled backwards, her broken leg refused to take her weight and she tilted, almost falling. Malice, hate and anger in their purest forms vibrated through her body. “Blood enemies.” She spat at him, swearing he would die but her paws. She turned, moving as quickly as she could on three paws, and fled the Col. The packlands. The place she had called home and every cursed wolf in it.

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