Through ice I seek

Slippery little thing. The female manages to slide beneath him. Claws scrape his underside. He grins. Pain does not bother him like it should. His head turns. She now stands behind him. Paws lash out, spinning his body at a blurring speed. His muzzle lunges for her again. This time closer to the base of her head. She will not escape him that easy. Wetness coats his stomach, he savors the pain. It sharpens his mind. There needs to be more blood. He would prefer hers, but she can try to harm him if she wishes. It excites him to see the female attack.