The Sentinels We get what we deserve

The witch was quick on her paws – his own nip only scourging fur, as he aimed to not hurt her, and as she pounced toward him, this time the dark wolf adjusted his tactics, and made to push forward as well, bracing himself for the impact that would surely come as they collided before bending his muzzle down to grasp gently at the scruff of her neck as she aimed a bite to his chest – something if in battle he would sacrifice for the tender flesh of the back of opponent’s neck should they reveal it to him.