Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

His head met a brick wall. A snarling, savage brick wall. He knew better. He was experienced enough to have some sort of clue as to what she was going through and taunting this wolf in her current condition would do him no good. Agitated. Enraged. Enflamed. She was in a vulnerable position that no-doubt left her on edge and he'd just rammed the sleeping dragon who'd otherwise have chosen to pass him by.

Kero snarled back. Fuck this. Her eyes gleamed with the fires within, but he was fire. He was already hot with his own set of rage born from places he didn't even wish to comprehend. "You taunt us," he hissed facing her now as he echoed her posture. Eyes met her own, his fur bristling as lines riddled across his own muzzle. "You pick no mate and would have us fight like dogs."