Hideaway Strath I got friends in low places

Nyra is good and her size makes her an even formidable opponent. Any wolf smaller than him would never be able to flip him like that, unless they used a tactic. Yet here she is, pushing back against him, snatching up the brindle of his own neck and slamming him to the ground.

His fur dampens as their bodies clash and his hind legs come up to kick at her soft belly. The power behind them unreal and eventually she’s rolling off of him, bracing herself for another attack. Smart because as soon as she gives him an inch, he takes a mile. Not even having enough time to breath in between their battle before he’s on her again. He’s relentless and pissed, the thrill of the battle only heightening his adrenaline and desire for blood.

So he sweeps down to the left and then hops up, snatching the skin between her shoulder blades. Much less mailable and would surely tear skin. Planting strong limbs and yanking back in quick short bursts like dogs playing tug of war. He keeps reminding himself don’t kill her.