Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

Enjoy it, he did.

Stormchaser was thrilled with the premise of this fight. He could feel the girl squirm beneath him, lashing out with fangs that glistened. The young wolf was not deterred by this display of her ferocity. He was fueled by it. The boy who had stood beside her was forgotten in their momentary battle.

When he had his weight on top of her and her legs fought to remove him, Stormchaser chuckled. The blood she had drawn now dribbled from his neck down to her plush coat. His lips drew back to reveal his own set of ivory weapons. With a clack of his teeth near her tender neck, he pushed off of the girl and swung wide.

Disappointing…

An antagonistic gleam entered his sad gold eyes. The stormy wolf wanted the words to sting more than the fight had.