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There was some sort of thrill as she maimed the wolf, being able to cause him pain without the chance of retaliation. For once, she was the one to inflict the damage and not to receive it. In her blind rage, she may have perhap thought that she enjoyed hearing her enemy scream beneath her, helpless to stop her.
But, before her thoughts could have been sorted out, something shoved her away, and she was roughly removed from the arm. She snarled back at the growl, teasing as if she would force her way back to the arm, but snarl died in her throat as it realized it was her sister. Suddenly, she felt smaller, less powerful, as the more dominant female finished off the male. Sparrow could not believe that she had spat at Vesper, better yet her higher rank.
As if all her anger had been sucked out of her, she was calmed enough to inspect the flailing body under the tawny coywolf. She saw a bloody arm, or what she guessed was one--it was mangled and distorted, whatever fur was left darken by the crimson. For a moment, she actually forgotten that she did it until she glanced at herself, and noticed her stained hands. The woman thought she was quesy for a second, but she kept from overthinking it, and let herself become detach from what she saw before her as she covered the injury on her right arm, to quell the small flow.
She saw movement beside her, and watched as the girl step away, with some form of emotion on her face. She did not see what she saw a moment ago, but nonetheless was concerned for her. She looked over at her sibling, silently asking her with her glance if they should follow Ataxia and try to help her.
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