I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Her fangs sunk into the male's flesh, and for a moment, she wanted more blood to be shed, but she finally released her grip on him and pulled back. Her tongue licked the blood off of her, and she glared at the male as he rambled on and on. He said something, and lunged forwards, his fangs scratching over her blue eye, probably blinding her in it. Blood soaked her fur as she closed her eye, the stuff falling off her and into the water, washed away in the swirling tide. She stood there, her light green eye narrowed as she pulled away from him, keeping her head down. Blood dripped into the water, and she got pretty far easily, despite the blood running down her face and the water she had to swim through. Finally, she stopped and turned back, raising her head in a final howl, this one hopefully telling Emery and Biull to be careful. She would wait for them, but she needed a healer. Stopping at where the island ended, she paused and glared into the water. Silveris plunged into it, her white paws carting her to the main land after a few minutes, and she pulled herself onto the mainland, turning back again.