ORIGIN

There was a furious yelp that left Kera's muzzle as Blackberry bit and held onto her.. well, muzzle. For a moment, she only flailed furiously-- not necessarily trying to get the goose off her, though instead it was out of anger and frustration.

Then, she paused.

With another sharp, tense inhale and a low growl, Kera began to concentrate on her gem, muzzle crinkled. The pink stone lodged in her throat glittered, then quickly died out. Was she too angry to call on even her fungus? Kera did not know-- and so Kera resumes angrily flailing.

For once, being on the plumper side of most wolves actually worked to Kera's advantage, but she had very little time to acknowledge this. She was seeing red and tasting her own blood by now, and as she felt the goose slip and fall away from her, she turned.

She wondered, if for a moment, what goose-meat tasted like.

But she was quick to dismiss this. Somehow, eating things that could speak was a little unsettling. She did, however, have a job to do-- she had to kill Blackberry somehow. With the goose on the ground she moved to place her paws on her chest, pinning her there if able, and then-- again --moved to sink her teeth straight into the bird's neck.

As Kera came loose she took blood with her. The coppery taste sent her more into a rage-- not to mention how angry being thrown off Blackberry had made her in the first place. She bristled, white fur standing on edge.

She did not hesitate in the slightest-- the second that Blackberry stopped flailing and beating her head around she lunged forward, moving to clamp her strong jaws around the goose's face-- but she did not simply hang on. She began to rip and gnaw furiously at whatever her teeth could find, with the clear intention of removing skin and feathers from whatever she got a hold of.

It was likely lucky that Kera was too blinded by fury to realise what she was doing. Had she been in a calmer, more logical mindstate she would have been horrified-- she knew in the back of her mind that later, when everything had calmed down, she would be overwhelmed by guilt.

She was not, however, in the later yet.

The taste of blood and raw flesh in her mouth caused her to growl louder-- deep and incessant like some sort of machine --and for a moment, she only continued biting and ripping out chunks of black feathers.

Without thinking, she suddenly moved to clamp her jaws hard into Blackberry's head and swung the goose around (with some effort) to slam the bird into the cave wall next to her.

Crack.

Kera's mind was still empty as she heard the sound and her gaze flicked to watch Blackberry fall to the ground. She moved out of the way of the goose's beak as it snapped near her paw-- barely taking notice of the scarlet liquid all over the tunnel.

Even through her rage, there was some primal instinct that was almost proud at the realisation that it wasn't her blood, but for now Kera ignored that. She would likely ignore and put down that feeling later, too.

Lunging forward once more, Kera planted both paws heavily onto the bleeding goose and began repeating her attack on Blackberry's face-- though this time, she aimed at what she had the closest access too: the back of her neck and between her shoulders.