Wild Berry Meadow a golden crown

Hit. Also, I'll edit this later ;)

Rollo snarls, advancing further and finally launching at the male. He feels the adreneline pumps through his blood as his heartbeats ring in his ears. He feels the savagery return to his movements, the buildup of his attack, and in that moment, he is anything but Rollo. He aims his jaws at the neck of the younger, the full weight of his mass within the surge of his attack. If he is sucessful, he will unbalance the other, plummel him to the ground and be on his way while the other reveled in his own demise. However, only his first shot was destined to land and he feels as the other crumbles beneath him, unparrallled in strength against the mass of the brute above. Endarkened triump meets his consious and his chest inflates, holding the soft of the other's nape within his teeth.