Silvertip Mountain Heating up

Mason’s face contorted with horror and mild fear as Zaria was tipped over, and Steady stood over her. Blood was running freely now and its scent rocked his senses. Zaria reached up and snapped at Steady’s neck in a manoeuvre much like the one his Dad taught him as a pup. However the Alpha’s crushing jaws contained huge fangs, not the tiny pinpricks he had prodded at his Dad’s scruff with.

 

Mason took a step forwards as he saw his Alpha connect with his Uncle’s neck. Steady rocked at first, attempting to apply his bearing weight on Zaria, but thankfully he soon realised that it was futile because she had him in the typical death-grip.
 

When Steady whined, Mason padded another two steps forwards, his entire body tensed and ready to help. Zarialooked lost in blood-lust, which was freaky considering she was only sparring with her packmate. He couldn’t see that anything more violent had happened here. If she didn’t let go, Mason debated whether a bite to her nose or a tug of her tail would be more helpful.