Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

The ghost from the brush clamped into his body, as he had begun to move again. Dennan roared in his rage, his movements halted by the turn of events as teeth pierced into his shoulder with a disgusting tear. He could hear the flesh in his ears, the throb in his head telling him to escape as Aurëwen lunged for him.

Final aim— Dennan threw his head toward her body not unlike a bull, his side pulled by his unwanted second opponent, and clashed his skull upon her breast. The silver serpent whipped his head around to reign his own daggers down upon the ghost's flank, his paws aways careful as to not have slipped and lost balance.

He could feel his body tipping, claws stumbling underneath him to reach his bearings back into the earth and ground beneath. Too much was happeningg—too much that wasn't supposed to happen—all at once. 

His eyes—his hopes—bulged for the cliff, the white forest of fur upon his back lifting in the ever-increasing alarm. When was the last time he had been so close to slipping? They would not be pleased—no, they would not be—