Neverwinter Forest Catch me if you can

The additional sarcasm was enough to solidify Shrike's opinion that this male was bad news on their borders, and that it was his job to fend him off. Overall, his opponent was a handsome rogue, fit and healthy, with an inky black pelt that did brandish battle scars like medals of valour. This male was obviously one who'd enjoyed picking fights, and had been dealt his share of wounds to show for it. His eyes were unlike any colour Shrike could place- not sky blue, nor the blue of a mountain lake, too vivid and sharp. Shrike had only seen a bluebird once in his life, and its plumage was the closest thing he could liken to the blue of Onai's eyes. Currently, though, all Shrike could see was darkness.

The two met face-to-face, snapping and snarling, the dark male's teeth grazing Shrike's muzzle and drawing blood that drizzled down into his mouth, turning his tongue and teeth red. Facial wounds were insignificant, (so long as no one lost an eye like mom always said would happen) and wouldn't really cause too much harm. As the dark male aimed for Shrike's shoulder, Shrike did the same, aiming slightly lower to the crook of the male's jaw, hoping to grab him in the tender spot there and sink his teeth in.