Wapun Meadow If these sheets were the states

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While the wolverine was bathing in the glee of besting him, Aries was waiting for the next attack. For with the creature silently boasting about his small win, the Reaper was planning his next move. He watched as the thing lunged, teeth ramming into his leg, but as he pulled away to dart back, Aries lept from his place in the snow and opened his jaws.

He felt the limb in his grasp, and opened his eyes with a smirk on his face. He was in control, now. The arm was in his muzzle, teeth closed around it, and the creature was attempting to free himself. The boy tugged relentlessly on the foreleg of the wolverine, pulling and pulling with a vicious glint in his sharp gaze. Moments like this were ones he savoured, ones he looked back upon when he felt unmotivated to move in the early hours of the morning. 

There was a sudden pop - one that almost surprised Aries himself. The force of his tugging had caused the wolverine's arm to dislocate, and the boy stumbled backwards as if he had not quite expected it. But the Svartell was quick to make a recovery, breaking from his momentary trance to ready himself for the next move of the stocky creature.