Nova Peak hangfire

Fun! I guess he is only a bb. Then I will power-play and assume a little bit!

The boy hurtled to one side. Fur tickled the inside of Miska's open mouth before he landed, perpendicular to his target for a split second before gathering again like a coiling black cobra. Silent. Focused.

He used the breaths Nowkē wasted on arrogant theatrics to prepare, and when the boy threw himself forward, Miska took step out of the attacking line and braced.

The boy sailed past. Miska thrust his bite forward, aiming for the face, the neck, any not of soft skin that he could use to bring the other wolf down to the ground.