Broken Antler Fen last smoke before the snowstorm

quill was no slouch; the sharp flash of her teeth met thorn's pelt on more than one occasion, stinging in the angry manner of a wasp. after a tangle of fur and limbs, tusk had extricated himself from their play -- thorn's eyes slid to him momentarily before quill took advantage of his diverted attention, and sunk cruel teeth deep into his meaty haunch.

he howled in tormented surprise, flinging his jaws in her face in retribution. the two would wrestle well after tusk had quit their company, and then they too would go their separate ways, wild spirits with wild ambitions.