Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

Fang met fur as his teeth clamped to her muzzle and she made an effort to speak against him. Ithrik did not care what she had to say; she had spoiled any opportunity that she might have had. While holding, he attempted to yank her toward the ground with a tug of his head, but her weight was thrown against it and then the opposite way. This caused him to lose his hold and to be forced a few steps to the side. White and  black hairs danced along his neck and back like quills. Ithrik spat on the ground near her feet and lowered his head again to protect his tender throat. With a savage snarl, the devil tossed himself at her rear and aimed to land his fangs against her hock. It was a tender piece of flesh that would prove to be delectable, should he get his tongue against it.