Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

She needs no further invitation for the spar and her body moves quickly—her age is on her side—and a grin forms on his face. He watches her circle and he turns in line with her, watching, squaring his posture for when she finally does move in. Her jaws come snapping and she aims for his shoulder but only the front of her teeth pinch the skin as he turns his head to try and ward her off. Fresh blood doesn’t fill the air and he’s certain she didn’t break skin—unlikely to be the case—and it had only been a pinch of pain that lasted but a few measly seconds.

He words next on orienting himself, finding her circle him with an agility he’s seen in the younger wolves. He has brute force and size behind him and so when her circling is close enough, he charges with the intent to knock her off her feet.