Teeth sank into her nape, hoisting her back again, and again. 'Caught you.' The saccharine voice chirped, the sound an irreverent parallel to an innocent child's play. Eyes narrowed, she looked up at the moonlit boy with an indecipherable stare—something settled between fear, agony, and the desperate need for survival.

Her head stooped downward, cheek pressed into the earth below. You— her voice was rattled, hoarse from her ragged breaths, strained from the lack of use. What are you?

The lithe form slowly slithered along the undergrowth, inching away from this... thing. A juvenile something. A wolf, perhaps physically, yet an enigma beneath the surface. Her skin prickled with unease—what had brought her here? And why here? Presented to this beast, his brutish jaws and whatever sick habit he makes of chasing strangers in the depth of night.

Deirdre kept her body low, tail coiled against her hocks, brows furrowed into a tight scowl. Slowly did she ease towards the leaf litter, tilting her body until the skin of her abdomen basked in the moonlight in submission.

Her paws remained braced against the ground, well prepared to thrust herself off the ground and run away once again.