Big Salmon Lake [M] teeth of terror sinking in

Tatsuya despised fighting. All that energy could be put toward something more profitable for all involved. What good was there in tearing each other apart? Neither of them would gain anything from this incursion. Worst of all, he was likely to end up walking away with a horrid limp and damaged pride. That alone nearly dissuaded him, but frustration burned red hot within him. He spent hours tracking that stupid fucking deer only to have this stupid fucking shit fuck take it from him.
INDENTHoly shit cakes he was furious.
INDENTTheir bodies collided. Tatsuya knew she would weigh more than him. Why wouldn't she? She had a pack to come serve her meals daily! Had he been in peak condition, he probably could have canceled out their collision, or send her tiptoeing backwards. Okay, tiptoeing was an understatement. He took two – three steps back before he could find his footing, pads sinking slightly into moist earth. Another shove from her and he'd be on his back...with her on top.
INDENTHer flash of teeth and gums did not deter him. Skull angled down, muzzle obstructing throat, he opened his maw wide with his tongue safely pressed into his lower jaw. Tatsuya tried to clamp his jaws over her own whilst also trying to steer their combined weights right or left by hooking his arms around whatever he could reach. She was a big gal. He was bound to get something, right?