Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

It was physically impossible to avoid the clip of her shoulder. The clash closed his upper and lower jaws unexpectedly, slicing the tip of his tongue. A trickle of blood seeped through his fangs and down his chin. A menial mishap, but he would live. Watching her plan blossom, he didn't simply stand there and take her beatings. He used his momentum from before by heading right past her. Still, he did not leave unharmed, her dentition ripping some fur from his loin. Vehiron was tired of being the only one who was beaten-up, veering around and aiming to fasten his fangs onto her croup. He was alarmingly quick as he did this, but his adroitness did not come without a price: he could feel his strength diminishing. It would not be much longer before he collapsed. Whether it was from Tonravik or his own debilitation was yet to be seen.