Gyrfalcon's Keep where does the moon go in the morning?

The wheeze that escaped her only made his eyes glint brighter as she stumbled to her feet minutes later. Twitching his tail, he stepped back, and a shot of pain made him snarl, raising his dry lips. Meeting her eyes, their gazes locked silently. The beast tensed his muscles, itching for a taste of her. Wanting to see her fear.
Yet as her body came off the ground, it was not her back she was seeing. Instead, his eyes widened slightly at the set of teeth and gaping gaw. He moved quickly, yet her teeth sank into his shoulder, the pain making him slower than normal. Roaring with pain, his incisors glistened as he grabbed her throat and shook, yanking until she let go.
Rage and pain illuminated in his eyes as the beast's blood ran down his leg, staining the snow. Grabbing her scruff, he bit down. Through her fur, he growled. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson, bitch. Growling in pain, he swung his large body around, pulling back on her scruff as he tried to mount her.