Broken Antler Fen last smoke before the snowstorm

thorn continued his advance, faltering only when his quarry turned round to meet her, her kiln-yellow eyes glazed with indignation. his lips curled in a smile as he dove into her, bearing the sting of her harpy teeth. 

quill managed to worm free of the brothers, circling back towards them with a haughty aspect that dared them to be challenged. his gaze flickered to tusk, and his jaws parted again in a wide smile — and this time, he did try it to quill’s face as he charged towards her with his head low and aiming for limb.