Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

Blood invaded his senses—leathery nostrils flared as he drew in eager breaths, a metallic scent in the air and taste on his tongue—but it wasn’t enough. Alexander’s point had yet to be made and submission yet to be given, making the wound inflicted terribly unsatisfying—and presently, he felt no foreseeable wounds would be enough to appease the northerner.

A flash of teeth caught his attention, urging him to evade, though it was unnecessary. Either blind or a fool, the male missed, leaving himself open for yet another attack—an opportunity that Alexander snatched without hesitance. Twisting around, his body lurched forward with his forelimbs outstretched, aiming to latch onto Nikan’s scruff; with his weight, he intended to force him down whilst simultaneously yanking up on the flesh grasped between his jaws.