[ She clambers back onto her feet, shuddering a little. Hurt, but able to stand. The wounds sting, her dark fur grows red and thick with blood. It's unnoticeable at first, but as it catches the light of the swollen green moon above them and splatters onto the cobbled street beneath her, it shifts into a shimmering iridescent. She glows, panting hard.
There's a low sound as she turns herself to face the wolf, there's pain in the sound, but a warning too: Stay down. She doesn't approach, stands her ground. There's no need for them to kill themselves. ]
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There's a low sound as she turns herself to face the wolf, there's pain in the sound, but a warning too: Stay down. She doesn't approach, stands her ground. There's no need for them to kill themselves. ]