Fox's Glade [M] my end and my beginning

His tongue tasted blood but his mind tasted power. This and the maniacal laugh that hit his ears made him all the wilder, and he was immediately thrust into a rage-fueled frenzy that would not be broken as it had when he stood over his black companion in the hollow.

His teeth ground across the wolf's muzzle before his fangs snapped at a delicate ear and fleshy cheek, anything within reach as an inky foreleg grappled at his neck; and all the while his furious snarl thundered. Control was to be his, and reached for it by reaching with his leg to mirror the move the other made. He would not go down, determined that he was that he would gain purchase on the other wolf and take him down first.