Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

his shoulder crashes into her throat, and he hears the ragged sound tear from her chest—but there is no retreat. no surrender. he sees it in her eyes. she takes the blow like a shield-maiden carved from stone.
good.
her teeth flash for him next, grazing warm fur near his crown. not deep. not meant to harm. his lip curls—not in anger, but understanding.
she wants the storm.
he gives it.
a low growl rumbles in his chest, and with one swift, brutal pivot, he hooks a thick foreleg behind hers and drives forward, shoulder to ribs.