ooc: Keeeeel hiiiiim!
Ravenous fangs tasted only air as the sought flesh of the beast was ripped from her grasp by a show of black. The scent of wolf and ash invaded her nostrils nearly taking her attention off their feline in curiosity as to what caused this meld of scents, but the savage cries of a beast enraged kept her focus to the scrap in play. Hurriedly she found her focus, the throbbing of the wound had long since subsided and all she felt was the collapse and expanse of her heavy chest and its labored breaths.
Rather than dive back into the fray without a plan, she watched the tussle between the beast and wolf remaining light on the tops of her paws as she awaited an opening to recommence her attack. There was no thought other than to rip the life from this distraction from her mission. Make it pay for delaying her from finding her precious babe. As the brave wolf was thrown to his back with frenzied fangs and claws latched onto his writhing body, she acted then and leapt back into the scuffle. With the full force of her weight behind her, she tackled the beast by the shoulders, utilizing her built momentum to knock the feline off balance and onto its side. It was a brief moment of freedom for the wolf beneath, allowing him the advantage and force the creature with claws and fangs detached onto its side where it lay momentarily vulnerable to swifter forms of death sweeping in for the audible kill.
The golden reaper dove with a hunter’s accuracy for the base of the feline’s skull. And like a vice she squeezed, forcing darkness to shroud the beast’s vision and slow its erratic movements. She clamped down with furious claws baring down on its eyes til the air was no longer sound by the cries of battle, but of the wails of the dying.