Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

This was not Alexander’s first fight, nor would it be his last. His teeth had found his way to the male’s flesh just as they had countless times in the past against others, bringing with them some of his opponent when he pulled away. Whatever bits he had torn from the other were dropped immediately thereafter, left to paint the snow a brilliant crimson. And again, as he was lunged at, the albino moved just beyond his reach, hearing the satisfying clatter of teeth against teeth. Darting back towards Alarian, the northerner aimed to grab hold of his scruff so that he might then force him down, growling all the while.