Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

The tawny boy twisted around and grappled at him, and Revui felt the singe of pain as those teeth found purchase. He rumbled a warning and tried to destabilize his opponent with a shake of his head, but that wasn't going to work: Valour held him firmly, and his placement beneath Revui only served to anchor him. Any further movement might lead the boy closer to Revui's throat and that was the worst possible thing. He would not let himself appear weak before the rest of Ursus - nor, especially, Merrick.

The rumble in his chest grew deeper, stronger, and then it was like Revui mentally said fuck it, thrusting himself in to Valour's teeth and then back, angling his pull sharply. The result was a bloody one: the boy's teeth scythed together, tearing through the flesh of Revui's chin and spoiling the gunmetal of his coat. It hurt like a bitch. Blood flowed, spattering across Valour and the earth beneath them both, drawing a crimson line down Revui's chest.

But, he was free. The pain was dizzying and so he did not immediately settle on his paws and launch a counter-attack; he staggered instead, eyes locked on Valour and the blood tying them together like a red string of fate, his eyes focus sharply upon him yet somehow, dangerous and wild in their stare.