Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

down; collapsed. she cut into his wrist with hard jaws and yikaas gritted his teeth against the pain. shoving his weight hard down upon her struggling form, he began to dole a beating.
the scent of his blood filled the air. yikaas aimed his hard paws for her head, hoping to knock the senses from her head before she slashed him to the bone.
and all the while he was grimly silent. focused, his blows growing heavier. for once, not in anger but in self preservation.