Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

The sensation was familiar as his teeth grasped hold of the smaller male, though he didn’t keep hold for long. His wriggling loosened the albino’s grip, granting him enough room to get free. Seconds barely passed before he felt teeth against his own flesh, piercing the skin and staining his fur with blood; the jaws had latched on low enough to avoid his jugular, though a blow to the neck was still exactly that, making him all the more aware of his actions. Had it not been for the intrusion of another, he would have let himself collapse onto the small individual, but their unwelcome guest was not to be ignored—so, rather than working to get free, he dragged the boy right along with him.

A snapping of jaws lured him forward, his own mouth agape as he proceeded towards their third wheel; the weight around his neck made it difficult to move, but not impossible. Weighed down, Alexander was not as quick as before, but he made due with what mobility he had as he shoved his shoulder forward whilst advancing. Essentially, he intended to use Lennon’s momentum against him by bodychecking the younger male in the same way as a hockey player would a member of the opposite team.