Sara the Vixen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} polarvulpine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} st_margarets, |
Vixey came to a halt and lifted her paw, puffy white tail swish-swishing, and she sniffed at the air, eyes wild as she saw Thierry take down the first of them. The pack was spreading out, each wolf finding a target, but Sara went to aid Thierry. She wouldn't be able to take on one very easily by herself, but she could slow them down enough for the bigger wolves to finish them off.
The next one that was coming for the gray wolf was stopped by a painful sharp bite at his heel. The fox was snarling savagely, teeth latched on and shaking to tear into the tendon. The creature made a sound of pain, then outrage, kicking her with his other foot. But the fox was swift, the fox was agile, and she let go to dodge around, fastening her teeth on the other ankle now, this time ripping a hole in its skin straight down to the bone. The creature fell and Vixey was on its face, clawing and biting at its eyes. Black blood stained her perfectly white winter coat.