Duskfire Glacier maeth

d is pretty useless here but rolled nonetheless!
def: 7 / atk: 20 crit hit!
revenge time ahahah

The Wraith snarls, sharp and involuntary, when teeth find purchase. Fire lances through the pale flesh of his shoulder as Faust tears free, blood welling fast and hot against the cold spring air. It stains the fur like spilt ink across parchment, vivid and sudden. But he does not falter.
Astier reels back only a step, breath shuddering from him in a hiss. The pain is acknowledged, not feared. His eyes, icy and unreadable, never leave the other man's form. Then he moves, swift and silent, a flicker of pale fur and coiled strength.
He lunges, but not head-on. One paw skims the ground in a feint, distraction, while his weight shifts, surging to the side. He twists around Faust’s left flank, aiming low, low beneath the guard of his ribs. His jaws snap out, precise as a blade, seeking the vulnerable line of muscle just behind the foreleg. Not a wound to maim, but to mark. A test of speed, and skill, and the quiet fury that now smolders beneath his ribs.
The glacier may not forgive weakness; but it remembers strength.