Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

His attack was successful and his teeth finally dug into flesh, his tongue finally tasted to delicious taste of enemy blood. And a soft sigh escaped his maw, the chocolate fur dropping to the ground before being carried away to the distance by the wind. Amber eyes found the wound he had created, it was deep and bleeding, hopefully it would become a scar as a reminder that he had fell to the fangs of Herodias Bloodclaw, just like the torn ear would remind him of the idiotic kneeler.

His opponent switched tactics and began the old dance of wolves. Though Heron was an impatient wolf, his thirst for blood had been sated and he was calm enough to play the pack wolf's game. They circled each other, muzzles wet with each other's crimson blood. Every once in a while, they would leap at each other before backing away once more.

A few hits landed on Heron but none of them was as serious as the one on his ear or shoulder.