Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

Grayday was gratified to find that they were not actually going to let it go. He would not have been satisfied with merely 'chasing it out', though he'd been willing to do it to appease Valette.

"Got it," he puffed out, a little breathless from running. The beta sped up and, in two quick bounds, had snapped the vixen up in his jaws. For a moment she hung limp - stunned - but then seemed to come to and began snarling and yowling alternately as she turned her teeth on the wolf that held her. Grayday merely growl and clamped his jaws more tightly around her hips, where he'd managed to grab her by. Hopefully, Valette would be there soon to dispatch her. In the meantime, Grayday simply shook her with all his might when he felt the sting of her teeth on his face, chest, or forelegs.