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

The feeling of the blue nosed wolf's growing desire and anger was empowering to Sheogorath; somewhere deep down beat the heart of Cicero, who longed for the physical touch, for to feel again, but whose feelings extended to a fear and caution that Sheogorath could not comprehend. Sheogorath's lips curled from his teeth to display his own set of sharp tools, but unfortunately his move did not find purchase and therefore, neither did his teeth.

The blue nosed wolf was taller than he, and so Sheogorath's leg was suppressed, his own tactic used against him. He thrashed, but under the blue nosed wolf's grasp Sheogorath's teeth found little purchase; though he continued to try and grab what he could with his teeth. The pain made him feel alive, but more than the pain Sheogorath savoured the danger and the feeling of not knowing what would be next. He hoped it'd be good.