Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

mahler seized his mouthful of fur and flesh more harshly, beginning to set the thick muscles of his neck in preparation for ripping motions. however, like a stallion the wolf in his grasp arced and threw them both down upon the earth. mahler's teeth clipped at the edge of his own tongue; he spat a mingling of both their blood into the dirt as he gathered himself to broad paws.
in an effort to perhaps take the other off-guard, mahler did not right himself, nor did he pause before he sailed at the stranger, teeth parting in another slashing blow. it closed on empty air; he found his flank unprotected, and whirled in an effort to defend himself.