Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

jfc veh stop being such a butt and admit u lost

He finally got a hold of her, his fangs on the brink of slipping into skin. He did not allow it, even though the urge was great; out of respect, not because it was Tartok's ways. Tonravik has proven herself in his eyes, but she had yet to dominate him – throw him to the ground and show him who's boss. It was this fact that kept him on his feet. Vehiron was running on fumes by this point, so it was only a matter of time before he fouled up.            He had not quite expected it to be so soon, however. One of his limbs tangled with Tonravik's, and that alone caused him to stumble. Once Tonravik butted him with her shoulder, his balance was lost and he crashed to the ground. Luckily, he had managed to relinquish his hold on her, but at what cost? He rolled away from her, coming to lie on his back with heaving breathes and a half-crazed look in his eye. His limbs were ready to grasp and disembowel if Tonravik was foolish enough to dominate him in the most rudimentary of ways. Even on his back, he was a wolf to be reckoned with. He growled and snapped at his opponent, saying, “I will not submit to you!” in a flagrant display of unbroken delirium and adrenaline.