Firestone Hot Springs your blues are rapping, and it fits my mood

no answer came -- only unnerving silence. arcturus was unsure how to react - did the male not wish for some rules in place? he had no time to ask, for the beast lunged at him like a hide-covered battering ram.

with a grunt they connected, arcturus' hind legs pushing back in the snow -- large tracks appearing as he was forced backwards, sliding. he rounded his shoulder towards the male's jaws and swung his muzzle towards the meat of his adversary's scruff, teeth sheathed but the movement clean.