Sunset Valley Run by and lie to a dragon

i'm cool with winging it! <3

she matched him, in both speed and ferocity — garait was impressed in spite of himself. blood flecked the snow where her teeth had given the beast no quarter; the agony drove it sideways and into the crush of his own jaws. here he caught the straining body high on the shoulder, and dragged backward with all the strength of his thick forebody, locking his large paws against the ground.
the deer continued to struggle, but its time of running had slipped away. garait growled as blood began to trickle down his throat, moving with the dangerous thrashing of the ruminant but refusing to release his grasp. perhaps if the she-wolf could worry it, he could find its throat. or perhaps he would allow her that, young as she was.