Sawtooth Spire set fire

He was quick to recover and quick to strike, something she could appreciate with blood dripping down her jawline. They collided, though not in the way the leader intended. In a blur of fur and teeth, the female was pinched and aimed to pinch back where she could. There was no distance now, no way to maneuver between them except to grapple and grab. She attempted now to throw a foreleg over his neck, teeth groping for his ears to chew at, lightly though as they were such sensitive things.

A rumble left her, deep and coarse but friendly in some measure as well. He was pack and at the end of this, he would remain so. His standing would be slightly higher in her eyes, his ability to fight and hold his own earning him points others had not yet gained.