Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

no worries at all! <3

god, this was fun!
fun up until the part the stranger's teeth closed around ancelin's cheek and tore six scars into it. he almost squealed, his eyes watering with anguished rage. ameline had done enough to knock the woman sideways, however; her fangs wouldn't hold, tearing instead into runnels of peeled tissue.
a hot sound seethed from ancelin; he thrust himself forward, back into range of the crow's jaws if only to shove her bodily toward his mate, backward, backstepping; he slashed at her eyes, her mouth, ears, chest, mingling their blood into some heated parody of a square dance.