Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

The space between them shrunk and it was not long before Smokestep was close enough to feel the dragon breath of the beige wolf as he bellowed his warning to the young pirate. He chuckled softly and continued his pace until roughly three yards from colliding with the wolf. The Cairn did not stop, but he decreased his speed enough that he would not send them both rolling through the snow. This may have been a tactical error, for as he felt himself within biting distance of the brute, he felt the twinge of pain across his shoulder where the other's fangs had connected with flesh.

As the brown wolf had swooped in for his warning bite, Smokestep craned his neck and parted his jaws, revealing yellowed fangs. He swooped his head toward the bridge of the other's muzzle in an attempt to latch his teeth there. A snort shot from his nose in the process, spattering snot.