Kintla Flatlands But Death Had Caught You in a Bad Mood

Thunder jars Kigipigak's pounding head as he weaves around those gnashing teeth and strikes hard at the neck of his opponent. He does not wish to kill the other wolf even if this is becoming a bloody fight. Old habits, ingrained in him, find purchase again as Kigipigak throws his weight in to the fawnboy's side. As a pack wolf he was taught not to draw the blood of tribesmen and he cannot shake that habit yet. Home is only a fortnight away.

The snapping teeth of Daighre do find flesh, gripping the tip of his ear and pulling as he's shoved hard against the ridge stones. Red springs from the ribboned skin and serves to anoint Kigipigak's forehead, dripping in to his eyes. It hurts in a fleeting way and further stokes the traveler's ire.

He swats the other wolf in the mouth and lunges for Daighre's shoulder junction, using one broad paw to push at the neck while the other drapes his back. Kigipigak's goal is to push him down against the rocks and let the wall supporting the ridge do all the work.