Hushed Willows If this is to end in fire

Their fangs collided, snarls erupting into the forest, like a true battle amongst foes. Saber swords climaxing against each other as they shoved and slammed their endless teeth before each other. Even though Fionn, delicate and high as Orlaith saw him, was still a warrior amongst the faes.

But she knew between their constant intermingling of fangs, would never end. The flaming wolf twisted her body, a attempted slam against him so while still a flurry of teeth raining upon. She hoped with her sheer muscle and mass alone, could try in an attempt to knock him down once more.