Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

As the strange man drew alongside him, Burr experienced a sudden ripple of a nameless feeling down his shoulders and back. His smile faltered even as Iliksis shared his own; this wolf had a feeling about him that wasn't good. Before Burr could shuffle away and find some other path to follow, the stranger turned suddenly—the younger wolf's gaze snapped back to him, alarmed—and planted teeth into the side of Burr's neck.

With a startled cry, Burr took the full brunt of Iliksis' lunge. His assailant was skilled in combat, expertly hooking the unsuspecting juvenile by the legs and throwing him to the ground in a maneuver that felt effortless. Burr's body twisted to the side as he went down, landing hard on his shoulder and forcibly rolling onto his back in the deeper snow from Iliksis' momentum. He thrust his forepaws out in front of him, trying to catch the strange male in the soft space just above the armpits, and his hind legs scrabbled for purchase on his attacker's underside. He struggled against the ground, thrashing in an effort to get up and get away, all the while crying out his fear and surprise with wide eyes.