Duskfire Glacier interference

blackfell snarls, feeling the shift beneath him, the sudden change in momentum as faust moves to counter. the bite is expected—welcomed—and as teeth graze through the thick fur of his ruff, he drives his weight down.
his paws dig deep, claws scraping ice and earth, refusing to be thrown so easily. he twists, using the angle to his advantage, letting faust pull him in only to turn sharply, seeking to hook a leg behind his cousin’s and drive him to the ground.
"you do not move me so easily, boy!" verbal warfare and a booming laugh, calling into play the seniority of the onyx man.
his voice a low rasp, punctuated by the snap of his jaws toward faust’s shoulder.