Heron Lake Plateau Sick Like [M]e

Vorilye's lip curled as Vex spoke of their father, but before he could make a retort, she had lunged for his throat. He gave a garbled gasp as teeth pierced his flesh, and then the adrenaline hit him; he had been easy on her, and he had tried multiple times to end the fight, to no avail. He knew he must see this through, now.

Vorilye ripped free from Vex's grasp, and blood began to run down his pale coat. The wounds were not deep, at least not yet, and he made it a point to keep his throat protected from here on out, keeping it tucked, his maw open wide in a snarl. His own jaws clamped down on the side of her neck and he attempted to thrust Vex away from him again.