Seaside Moors we got three more days 'til Friday [CHALLENGE]

All further words spoken fell on deaf ears. Aningan tried an alternate way—he tried being the leader he through he should be, tried leading as himself—but all that ever got him was challenge after challenge. If they would respect him neither as a leader nor as himself, then he had to change. He would change, in whatever ways their actions pushed him to.

The metallic taste of blood on his tongue was startling, to say the least; this was still a new thing for him, something he didn’t feel entirely right committing to. There was a moment of hesitance after he released his grip, an echo in the back of his head saying you shouldn’t be doing this. Rose was a member of his pack, a member of his family. Could he really continue with this? The feeling of teeth against his own flesh brought him back to reality, reminding him that he couldn’t just end it now—he couldn’t surrender, despite realising how much he hated this violence against the male. Shoving his shoulder further into the maw of his opponent, Aningan sought to take hold of an ear, a scruff—whatever he could reach.