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it has been a long time since he has craved the fight. with age came the ability to temper the worst of his thirst for battle. molly's words have gutted him and he will feel their pain like a lash of wicked teeth, like atlas' burden of shouldering the weight of the sky until the day of his death in the far away future. they are both warriors. blood of blood, blood of the ansbjørn's. as he remembers lotte telling it, a fierce warrior clan.

it will occur to wintersbane later that seeing them fight would break their mother's heart. that they, responsible for carrying on her legacy, are making it nothing but a war of siblings.

traitor, she calls him.

maybe he is. to arturo. to teaghlaigh. to moonspear and the countless others. but never to lotte. a wordless snarl tears from between bared teeth in response, moments before his teeth make contact with her flesh. there is a rise of satisfaction at her snarl of pain that answers the splice of her flesh beneath his teeth. there should be sorrow. there should be regret; but he is caught in a tempest of pain and rage. there is nothing else.

she pushes him back with her weight and wintersbane side-steps her quickly, her teeth missing the back of his neck by a hairsbreadth. he aims for a headbutt at her ribcage — far from hard enough to break anything if it does hit. as much as he's angry at her ...he does not hate her nor does he particularly want to cause her lasting physical damage. he only seeks to knock the breath from her to give himself an advantage.