Kintla Flatlands A bit risqué.

His teeth struck home and he tasted blood briefly, a sense of vicious satisfaction suffusing through him. The outsider's teeth were swift, though, and were suddenly flashing toward his neck. He felt them slash into the muscle near where his neck and shoulder came together, and Atticus's angry snarl rent the air. Turning, he snapped with bloodied teeth at his adversary's face.