Ravensblood Forest standing waves

d: 2 / a: 16

crowell saw the captain’s feint too late, his flame-bright eyes narrowing as nox’s jaws snapped down on the greasy plume of his tail. pain shot up his spine, sharp and biting, and a snarl ripped from his throat—a sound more rage than hurt.

he twisted with the momentum, pulling free at the cost of a few tufts of fur, and spun toward nox with renewed vigor. dirty tricks, eh? now that’s the spirit, cpn, he growled, his voice laced with rough amusement, though the fire in his eyes burned hotter.

without hesitation, crowell surged forward, all sinewy muscle and coiled aggression. his jaws eager to find their mark on nox’s foreleg, an attempt to shake him off balance and take the fight to the ground with crowell on top.