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he was delighted to feel her surge within his grasp, to send her slender skull upward in a glancing blow that pinched his lip against a tooth. the momentary pain surprised mahler; it was to be expected within a spar, but the sinewy power of her hard muscles fired him in another way.
he was no less focused, but it remained upon the edge of his pinpointing. wylla rippled forward again, and this time he balanced back on hinds as her forelegs flung 'round his upper self.
in collision with her such as this, mahler allowed the closeness a brief savoring, grinning haphazardly with a grunt working in the barrel of his chest when he felt the pinprick of her fangs cut through winterpelt.
he twisted bodily within her grasp, seeking to fling her to the ground with a shove of his wide shoulder, hoping to displace her jaws even as he lunged forward to rattle her footing.