Duskfire Glacier interference

faust does not yield.
blackfell moves, fast and brutal, but faust meets him—jaws snapping, striking like a blade against armor. his cousin’s teeth find his shoulder, but faust does not flinch; he surges forward instead, driving his weight into blackfell, forcing him to take the full brunt of it.
he does not hold back.
his fangs carve deep, sinking into the thick fur at blackfell’s neck. he tastes blood, iron and heat bursting onto his tongue, fresh and real. a growl rumbles low in his chest, vibrating through his frame as he grips, as he presses.
his strength, his dominance—he makes it known.