Sunset Valley sólsetur

Sega surged forward as the wolverine skittered back toward him, golden eyes locking on the flash of its claws. Snow burst beneath his paws as he closed the distance, low and fast, teeth bared.
It twisted to face him and he struck— a heavy snap of jaws aiming for its shoulder, his weight slamming down to pin it. The beast snarled, wild and thrashing, and Sega held, claws raking for purchase, anchoring it long enough for Svana to close in.