Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

It felt so good to finally sink his teeth into her—after many months of fantasizing about this very moment. A heat of retribution burned brilliantly within him; it acted as motivation to strike again and again and again—until she was gone. 

Astara beat Osiris to the punch, driving forward quickly to drag her teeth across the bridge of his nose. Wincing once more, Osiris swung blindly to try and rake his claws against her flank. It was all he could think to do, as the pain of her attack had momentarily overwhelmed him.