Hoshor Plains i've been running all my life

Runion's words incited anger, now— he was disgusting? He was the one deserving of Runion's vengeance? No. Alarian had only ever done what he had to— to survive, to live, though perhaps he forgot sometimes that one was not the other. The thought gave him renewed energy— a will to fight.
When his brother lunged for his leg, Ali responded with his own teeth. He turned his front half, coiling around snake-like to snap at Runion's face. The boy had underestimated his own pain— fangs met flesh, and a cry was forced from him. He abandoned his own attack, struggling and twisting to free himself from the grip on his leg. Skin and muscle tore further, relented far too easily under snapping jaws. Alarian shrieked again, breathy and panicked this time.