Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

claws bore through his thick fur; her teeth clacked loudly against his own. he sent his snarling to mingle with breath and the sound of her own voice, trying to sink down upon her until the tips of vital teeth found his breastbone.
a quick movement from ameline tripped ancelin into the snow; he twisted to guard his belly but not his throat, reaching to yank her down for the embrace of the same drift, and the now grinning laughter of her mate.
she was winding him, and yet the rex would not relent; his eyes dared her on.