Bearclaw Valley dancing with the devil

Evien had never truly been in a fight like this before, but he'd also never had someone lunge at him like Merrick did. His teeth connected with the other male's shoulder, and he felt teeth clip his cheek in return - just under his left eye, splitting the fur there. It stung, but he was too angry to truly notice. 

          Eventually, during the blur of the fight, Evien had found himself mimicking Merrick's laughter. This was... more fun than he'd initially anticipated it to be. Blood soaked his cheek, matting his fur down to his skin, and he was out of breath, but he was laughing. Genuine enjoyment. It was absolutely bizarre - beyond his comprehension.

          The boy found himself pinned beneath the other, breathless and dazed from the experience. Evien stopped fighting, instead fixing Merrick with a hazy green gaze, locked onto his singular orange. This didn't make any sense.