Kintla Flatlands A bit risqué.

Atticus's fangs caught the strange wolf's cheek and for the second time in the brief seconds they'd been fighting, the Gamma tasted blood. He was not an aggressive or bloodthirsty wolf by any means, but tasting the blood of assholes who thought they could hang out and mouth off on his lands was something he would never tire of. Following the slash to his face, the other wolf quickly released his hold on Atticus's neck and drew back to flash him a toothy grin, but Atticus never stopped -- he simply drove in toward the outsider again, teeth exposed, aiming for the shoulder.