Firefly Glen chef's out, kick it in

Bit of powerplay, @Tye - lemme know if you'd like me to change it!

It was confusing and painful - a flurry of teeth from both the omega (who managed to get his legs in his snapping jaws more than once before they found their target) and most primarily from the head bitch. His brain did not know where to turn, how to focus - who he would focus on, even if he could. Markus was not a fighter. He was a diplomat by virtue of laziness, if nothing else. Still, even in the haze of pain, confusion and fear he sought the rabbit. He reached below himself as it was pulled away - he saw it go. His jaws snapped on a delicate, mutilated ear and it tore free from the carcass.

His teeth clamped shut around his prize - though it was not much. It was nothing, in fact. His head ducked, his ears pinned, he curled defensively then. He felt the stinging, heard the noises above him but he shut down instinctively. He made only to endure the punishment, his small, useless piece of rabbit in the cage of his teeth. On some dim, far away planet he wondered if she would ever go away - if she would just stay and bite him, bruise him, blister him until he died. But even that thought did not last. His eyes screwed tight against the onslaught, he curled in on himself and waited for it to be over.