Greatwater Lake maun

Minor pp. Please let me know if this is fine -- if not, I'll edit!

Usually it is he who grasps for the first blow, but this time he does not have to wait, and he is glad for her furious initiative.

One oily eye appraises her with new interest until her jaws close over his own, and pain lances through his skull like iron bolts. The iceman bellows. Drops of blood stand out vibrant against his pale face.

His peeled lips reveal sclerotic gums and a row of teeth, each one of them a terrible awl. He pushes back with his hindquarters, his face burrowing into the softer skin at her collarbone.