Duskfire Glacier interference

blackfell snarls, sharp and eager, feeling faust shove back hard against him. teeth find purchase, grazing flesh, tasting blood—iron sharp on his tongue. the shove sends him skidding back, claws scraping on ice. adrenaline surges, thrilling.
eyes glint, vicious with delight. faust’s laughter draws out his own rough bark, savage amusement meeting challenge. he squares again, muscles coiling tight, shoulders rolling beneath battle-scarred pelt.
good.
grin widens, bloodied teeth flashing.
again.
he lunges once more, relentless.