Ravenshook Cliffs I used to rule the world...

A yelp escaped her throat as the stronger wolf's teeth raked down her cheek and his claws dug into her shoulders. Pain shot through the smaller - if only just - wolf, like the lightning in her eyes, twisting her head in such a way to clamp her jaws on his. 

It may have been odd, but that was a custom in her old pack, one she agreed with. If a wolf can't prove themself in a fight, they weren't worth the time of another. Even if the spar was over quickly, he'd definitely proven himself. At least, with fighting. Protecting was only half a mate's duties, after all.

Red trickled down her face.