Moonspear no, we don't hide when it rains now

Alaric makes his move and along goes Slaney with him, splintering to meet the other side of the elder doe. A gnash of his teeth to the flank, a heel; heart pounding, blood hot, his teeth catch upon sinew and he holds for all of a heartbeat before a hoof aims for his lower jaw.
Grumbling to himself, he pauses only briefly to regroup, bicolored eyes darkened with a surge of determination. All they needed was a stumble or another slip-up.