Ankyra Sound [VS] into the primitive

Upon sighting the wolf, his first mental comparison was to a scarred young bear. He trudged along through the snow, bristling and watching him, and Firefly did not like the look in his eye. They shared a defiance and that alone could've been a cause to unite them, but in this case Firefly wasn't eager to make friends. He wanted to put this man in his proper place — maybe not give Svalinn his rank back exactly, but to prove that the wolves of the sound would not take a silent conquest lightly.

The stranger's surly rumbling sounded louder than usual because of the disquiet of the snow flurries around them; they advanced, and Firefly positioned himself carefully as he allowed them to get closer and closer, watching every movement. There was a flash of teeth, and that was the only cue the man needed — he swept in close (quickly, despite the affectation of his usual limp) and made to snap at the bristling fur of the stranger's nape so as to grab and pull, eager to have this over and done with.

The hit did not land, though. Whether it was intended to be a warning snap or not, Firefly's teeth snapped at the air and caught some of the pale fur between, and the sound of those jaws snapping like a bear-trap echod against the earth instead.