Broken Antler Fen last smoke before the snowstorm

thorn kept to cover as hellcat met hellraiser, a quiet menace in his eyes as he watched his siblings parry. it had always been the way of their blood to fight fast and fierce; as snowdust settled around them thorn prowled closer, still under the protection of tired briarbrush.

it did not take long for an opening to appear -- while his sister was engaged in tusk's barbed advances, thorn broke from the fringes of snow-capped brush and made his move.

he dove -- albeit a bit recklessly -- for the unguarded hock of his adamantine sister. whether or not his aim was true depended entirely upon how quickly she picked up that a new set of fangs had entered the play, ready to bring their own brand of playful vengeance to the picture.