Kintla Flatlands A bit risqué.

Atticus had the satisfaction of feeling soft muscle tissue give way beneath his ripping teeth, and he felt the satisfaction that came with scoring a more serious hit against an enemy. An instant later, however, there were bloodstained teeth snapping at his muzzle. The angle made it difficult for the intruder to get a good bite, but sharp fangs still managed to cut and score his snout pretty effectively. Atticus quickly let go, but did not stop his onslaught -- he continued to pressure the wolf, driving at him with teeth bared and lunging wherever he thought he saw an opening.