Duskfire Glacier interference

faust barely has time to brace before blackfell’s shoulder crashes into his ribs. the force sends a jolt through his frame, his paws skidding over the churned ice beneath them.
his body twists with the impact, refusing to be thrown completely. instead, he shifts his weight, rolling with the motion, snapping his jaws toward blackfell’s exposed side. teeth flash, seeking to clip flesh—not to wound, but to remind. to press. to challenge.