Northstar Vale helena

The beast felt satisfaction as his teeth felt bone. They sunk into the flesh of the white creature, spilling blood almost immediately, dashing across the grey hairs of his jaws. The agonized cry was music to his ears - it produced a low rumbling from his chest, indeterminately of pleasure or violent rage. He wanted to hurt this being and tear him away from his plundering. If Raheerah could get his way, he would slaughter the man and leave his severed parts along the borders of the Creek, but he had already witnessed the agility with which these wolves could flee and he doubted he would be able to catch the man, should he escape and choose a path through the trees.

Unexpectedly, the white witch retaliated, swinging his jaws towards Raheerah. The dragon snarled and felt fangs graze his cheek and muzzle on his blind side, enough to cause him to wrench away from the male, but not without attempting to take a chunk of flesh with him. Once the beast had released his hold, he maneuvered his body so that he would hold the Creek wolf in the vision of his right eye and lunged a second time at his face, intending to thoroughly punish the man for striking him on his blind side.