Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

faust welcomed the sting of her teeth snapping close, the hot breath curling against his muzzle. good.
his own fangs flashed in answer, a sharp feint before he wrenched his weight forward, aiming to drive her backward, to force her onto unstable footing. the ice was treacherous beneath them, and he would use it.
he pressed in, teeth grazing the thick fur of her cheek, a warning, a challenge. you fight well, he rumbled, breathless but steady. then, without hesitation, he twisted low, attempting to unbalance her with a hard sweep of his shoulder.