Grouse Thicket mine, windbag, mine

there was a part of Cas that didn't think she'd try him, but try she did, rushing him in a flurry of raised guard hairs and snapping teeth. he yanked away, but not before her teeth clipped his cheek, drawing blood. the boy scrambled to his paws. "fuckin' bitch," he snapped in her direction, before lunging at the wolfess. chin tucked to protect his throat, aiming to knock her off balance.