Ravensblood Forest ""Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

As the gray man fell, Azarov relinquished his grip to prevent himself from joining the sprawl.

Silver eyes curiously watched as his opponent stood. The smirk he gave came as a challenge, which only egged the sentinel on.

In a slow motion, the shadow circled, teeth bared; saliva strung from the edge of his curved lip.

Without even a second in halt, the dark figure rushed forward. Before a supposed impact, he jumped high, touching ground on the other side of his opponent. Veering sideways quickly upon doing so, the hope was for the distraction to have allowed time to turn and lift a foreleg to wrap around his shoulder in a bear hug-like motion. Snapping teeth reached upward for a hold on the nape a second time, hind legs dancing to keep his body against Avery's flank while the hug continued.