Sawtooth Spire un beso

There was a heat that radiated off the bear-wolf that was enthralling and captivating. Every muscle beneath plush fur was sprung with anticipation, moving as the spider moved, pushing back in a thrilling game of might and willpower. Frustration bubbled beneath surface of features, sounds rumbling from her raven-spliced lips that echoed into the lingering hallways. 

Unwilling to be driven, the ghost-like beta sent unrelenting Eta down the corridor, the spider's actions acquiescing to the presence of fang and stature. It took little to duck beneath the onslaught, narrowly missing a spiked rock directly within the path of the battling canines. The inky wolf no longer pushed back against the struggling leader, shifting sinuous body to place a dip in cavernous floor between the oncoming attacks. 

He was done. Advances stopped. With a twist of sooty paws, the fire-eyed follower slipped deeper into the spacious area, jawline tilting upwards and back in anticipation of the bear-wolf's retaliation (should it come).