Sawtooth Spire ultraviolence

He found it hard to resist the temptation to apply pressure when his jaws closed around Nanuk's leg. She saved him the crisis of conscious when she grabbed at his scruff, yanking upward. His loose flesh tightened in her grip and he had no choice but to rise. In the process, her ankle was torn from between his teeth. Wicked felt like a pup being hoisted by its mother and jerked, instinctively resentful. He struggled to break her grasp on his nape, tearing his own flesh in the process. That was his own fault and he didn't care, just as long as he could get away.

Finally, he tore free and fell back, snarling in displeasure. Of course, he calmed down within seconds, reminding himself it was all in good fun. He was tempted to scuttle at her again but the yearling backed up instead, inviting her to attack first this round. If he was intended as both a Warrior and a Warden, he would need to beef up both his offensive and defensive skills.