Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

ancelin scarcely registered annorak, only that a heavy pair of jaws were suddenly at his disposal, and at that of bearclaw. 
his senses did track athalia; when she retreated and moved to flank, ancelin did not snap for throat but the exposed hard shoulder, wanting to bite until something gave beneath his teeth.
downed as she was, the wild young rex felt assured of their position as winners here, and used his weight to hold her, claws adding their own insult.