Duskfire Glacier interference

blackfell feels the shift, the way faust moves with the force instead of against it. smart. adaptable.
teeth snap for his side, a sharp graze against thick fur, but blackfell does not yield. he twists sharply, bracing against the ice, muscles coiling tight beneath his pelt.
then he strikes.
his head lowers, ramming forward with the full weight of him, seeking to drive faust back, force him onto unstable footing. jaws part, a flash of ivory, a low growl curling from his throat.
press harder.