Fox's Glade feel the fear in my enemies' eyes

Teeth grazed past the velvet of Xan's ears and landed on the side of his shoulder, providing a poor grip. Sheogorath felt Xan's teeth latch onto the space just in front of his front legs, on his chest, a little too close to comfort to his throat. Meanwhile he'd grabbed for Xan's scruff again, trying to grab and hold it tight, which would put them in a lockhold with one each other should they both hold on.