Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

Small PP that can be changed if needed, love. But if memory serves me right, we agreed to something like this?

His jaws found purchase on her flank, teeth scissoring to flesh as he made to stop the bulldozer of a woman from moving any further—and stop her he did. The rendering of flesh was quick, and with her attention on him now, his snarl worsened, his grip fierce and his eyes flaring with absolute rage.

These clowns kept coming on to lands he was intent on claiming, and instead of acting with any form of decorum, they kept attacking. He was at his limit, now, and his anger was clear within his rumbling snarl and fastened jaws.

She was at his mercy when he pulled her back and forced her down, and when finally quieted, he pulled back, spitting the blood from his mouth as if it were foul. “Last fucking chance for you and your crew. This game is getting old.” He sneered, eyes flashing. “The girl isn’t prisoner here. She’s seriously injured. By all means, take her. And get out of our land.”