Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

As her fangs found purchase in his shoulder and he snapped his teeth with ire in his blood, Ithrik was fueled by a primordial desire to rip her of her confidence and shower her in scars. A guttural snarl passed through his bared fangs as she thrashed her legs against him and managed to push herself away from his grasp. His ears flattened to the top of his skull and his tail bristled with an impatience that was not characteristic to him. Still, she managed well enough, but he was growing sick of the games and wished to end it. Swinging wide to the right, he bounded on stilted limbs and then jerked himself back to the left and hoped to find that his snapping jaws would make contact with the nape of her neck so that he might swing himself on top of her.