Firefly Glen wild things

Finally, Atshen got the break that he had been hoping for. Even though he was not able to hold on, Atshen had got what he had wanted: a hit. With the taste of blood fresh in his mouth, Atshen surged forward with a new confidence in pursuit of her. This movement caused her fangs to be upon him briefly, but Atshen did not flinch. He was all too used to the burning sensation that biting brought about and Hydra's grip was no different as the others who had inflicted damage upon him. His muscles rippled underneath his inky coast as his paws hit heavily upon the earth, gaining distance with his every stride. Despite his winded breath, Atshen pressed on with all of his might, feeling suddenly rejuvenated by the blow he had landed. If he were able to get close enough, he'd strike forward again, and this time he'd attempt to bring her to the ground.