Bite Your Face

Her heart raced as a guttural rumble erupted within Hala's chest, watching the bear run. A part of her wanted to race after it but figuring it wouldn't do no good to do so. It'd just cause another fight, something she did not want to partake in. Even being around someone else - she wasn't fond of it, for a lot of the time others looked down to her. Although Hala understood why and didn't disagree with any of it, it just didn't lay right with her.

The woman stood there, catching her breath and cleaning her maw of the bears blood. Savoring the copper iron rich taste, before turning her attention to the dire wolf in front of her a little ways ahead. "You are fine, yes?" She asked, the Irish accent rich upon her tongue as she spoke out. Her tail falling still behind her as a tilt of her skull offered, carefully moving towards the larger brute. Stopping a few inch's in front of him.

"Hala Indigo"