[ the scream that rips out of challah's throat is strangled and wet and filled withand a primal rage as her flesh rips, exposing raw muscle and the ivory white of bone.

blinded by pain and panic she falls, unable to react in time to catch herself. so her face meets the ground, and that is where she stays as her one remaining hand claws at the blood saturated dirt. ]

A...o.., [ her voice is somewhere between a growl and a low, desperate whine. help her. ]