Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

Bronco had trounced Fennec with the aim of simply being shover off- but she was both stronger and quicker than he'd anticipated, so when she stood suddenly, she caught the edge of his ribcage with the point of her shoulder and he was tipped like a turtle over onto his side and he flopped to the ground with a soft expulsion of breath. "Ahuh!" he laugh-coughed in surprise, and quickly scrambled to mouth at the thick, fluffy fur of her chest while he was below her, but when he glanced up, he found himself catching sight of some wounds- nearly healed, but frighteningly close to her jugular. 

"Jeez, Fenn!" He said, pulling himself into a crouch, "Hold up a sec- what the fuck happened here?" He said, reaching out to nose into the fur just shy of her jawbone. "Those're bitemarks, Fenn, who the fuck bit you?" He asked, defensive anger seeping into his normally placid tone.