Stone Circle I'm just so alone

Gonna get a reply tossed up in here and tag @Merrit just so Jaclyn sees I responded.

 
snarls and the clashing of fangs seemed to be the only sound that had filled his ears. nothing else, maybe except for the rapid beating of his young heart. the scores to his muzzle would leave deep scars. as the easthollow wolf continue to fight against illidan, the ghost felt his patience growing thinner and thinner. he did not want to be there, but instead helping the dark witch morgana. he did not want to be trapped beneath the body of that bastard stranger.
 
there was a mean snarl issued from his mouth before illidan kicked and snapped his way from under merrit’s hold and stood his ground with glistening teeth. it felt better to be on his legs, but the strikes to his head had left him feeling woozy and violent. blood drizzled from the top of his muzzle and into his lips and fangs. he was grateful he had not suffered an attack on his eyes.
 
the ghost glanced to morgana to see if she wished to continue this battle – if she would lead them into death – or if they would flee. no, the dark she-wolf fought on and savagely. knowing that she was to continue her battle with the others, illidan faced his target and lunged, aiming to snap his teeth to merrit’s flank.