The Unraveling - It Burns

Havoc was all but oblivious to the toll the worm was taking on the other wolves attacking it, lost as she was in a gleeful haze of adrenaline and carnage. Ichor dripped from her fangs, and fire reflected in the dilated pupils of glassy gold eyes, panting turning to a wild, unhinged cackle and she swiped her tongue across the gore that coated her mouth. The creature was weakening - she wasn't. She shifted her weight, moving her paws to coil muscles, claws digging in, and with her laughter edging into manic the Saxe scion through herself back onto the worm, slashing and slashing with the saberteeth that marked her as her father's daughter nearly as much as the laugh.