Duskfire Glacier united in blood, we fall together

her teeth sink in, white-hot, and blackfell grunts through it, not with weakness but with grim approval. his blood hits her tongue, but he does not yield. no—he comes alive.
the moment she thrashes, he anchors. his weight slams down through his hips, forcing his injured leg to brace even as it screams beneath her hold. snow gives beneath his paws. earth cracks. but he holds.
and then—he strikes. blackfell throws his weight into her again, full tilt, a freight of flesh and vengeance. the shoulder she seeks to topple becomes a weapon, crashing into her side with bone-splitting intention.