Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

things spun into chaos. mahler felt himself at last weakening from the trickled scarlet wasting his wound, mixing with the mud, falling in thick drops. but still he held, eyes cold even beneath the flicker of her fangs and the agony tightening his musculature.
anguish exploding in tight spangled whorls behind his skull as teeth cut into his flank; he knew it immediately to be the second, the hunched skinny catlike creature. but mahler could not spare even a snap for the crucial moment, holding the she-wolf's flesh clutched between jaws smeared in his own blood.
alongside him, the loud boy retreating. in the next moment, the shock of open air emptying where the shouting wolf had been. mahler; the woman ripping from his jaws to follow over the cliffline. she leapt, a blood-sullied arc of darkness in the rain, against the lash of the sea.
heartbeat thudding, threatening to slow, to weaken mahler as he returned to normalcy. but he could not yet divest himself, and with the last of his strength whirled toward his scored flank, weighted jaws clacking with the intention to crush the bridge of the attacker's nose.
mahler did not see his companion collapse.