Mount Everfall I cannot be tender with this much blood in my mouth

It ended quickly, with Anuniaq lowering himself to the earth and Silaluk crowding him with a snarl. Her fangs moved to grab his flesh, seeking to grip him and give pinching bites to what she could roughly—but nowhere near rough enough to break skin, only enough to cause him great discomfort and some pain. It was a flurry of snarls and whimpers, but no wolf was injured in the process. In the corner of her eye was the lone wolf, who did nothing to disturb the process. When Anuniaq licked her chin she lifted her head, but was appeased. Her tail swished evenly behind her as her attention turned back to the stranger, moving to sniff her one last time, a gleam in her eye. Her warm breath brought rolling plumes from her nostrils as she now, idly, sniffed between the shoulderblades of the submissive, nervous stranger.