Moonspear new car smell

Rolling to see if it hit, then editing! --> 1 <-- (13+ is hit). WOW lol.

This was the dance of old, and he would not lose out to a boy who had never before been challenged. He bore witness to the shifting of the boy's body, his posturing, but it did little to dissuade the older, larger man. The fact that he was so new to this soil did not perturb him either; Lazarus wanted what he wanted, and his desires would be answered. The boy's snarl was met with a grimace of his own, a deep-chested rumble, and then he did the unthinkable: he attacked.

Maybe it was because of his time wandering — he had been away from civilization for more than a year, and had desensitized to the sensation of time passing — or maybe it was just bad luck; Lazarus shoved his face towards Floki's in an attempt to snap at the boy's snout or perhaps to grab him, to pull him down and bulldoze across him, and he missed. His teeth snapped fiercely still, but they grabbed nothing but air despite the proximity of the boy. It was clear in the way that Lazarus acted that he meant to do the boy harm. To stop him, Floki would have to fight — whether he liked it or not.