Sunspire Mountains drinks 'em like flesh smoothies

He definitely wasn't expecting her to lunch at him. That much was evident by way he went down, hard, without any chance to retaliate before she bled him. "The fuck!?" Not only could the bitch bark, but she had a bite to go with it. "That was my favorite shoulder." Okay. He didn't have a favorite side, but who the fuck cared. Damn her.

She turned, presenting the same side of her own shoulder like some sort of gift on a silver platter. No more questions she'd decided. He shook his head at her, mostly out of amusement for the mere fact that she liked to make things so fucking difficult and strangely clear at the same time. They were doing this. They were really doing this.

Tit for tat, he charged her. Like hell was she getting at his shoulder without getting the same treatment in return. He barreled over her, teeth aiming for a similar spot on her own person as he tore through fur to bring crimson flowers to the surface. There. Now they were both bleeding.

He stepped back, turning his bloody shoulder towards her. "We doing this, or what?"