Firefly Glen bones, coiled spine, patient spring

her teeth are at his muzzle before he can pin her fully, and he jerks his head to the side just in time—her fangs graze the skin, not enough to break it, but enough to sting. his own snarl rips loose, guttural.
she fights like a beast unchained. this is a battle raedwulf relishes.
they crash together, shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, muscle on muscle. his paws dig for purchase, trying to twist her down, to flip her weight. jaws snapping for the thick ruff of her neck to push her beneath him and claim an early victory, both adrenaline and desire now pooling through all extremities.