don't even think about it

The grey woman fought, kicking her foot back, but Scylla had wiggly fingers. She wrapped those dexterous digits around the larger fae's ankle, nimble toetips working to hook through the sensitive hollow of the enemies Achilles tendon. The bigger wolf stumbled, thanks to the headbutt of the bush dog and, in a last ditch attempt at shaking her off, a foot came flying towards her head. Jerking to the side, Scylla took the brunt of the kick to her shoulder, claws scraping down her side. The annoying burn of scratch marks flared up soon after. Ugh... annoying.

Maintaining her hold on the outsiders heel, Scylla thrashed her head back and forth, seeking to do enough damage to take away use of the leg, but not cause lifelong injury. Runt... she remembered the woman saying. Well... this run was kicking your ass, lady. With the larger wolf on the ground thanks to her own kick, the Obscuran Sovereign planted her paws and pulled backwards, attempting to jerk that leg out towards her in a further effort of keeping the other woman down.

"Scylla"