The Heartwood busted teeth

He had her right where he wanted her, and it was there that he had a decision: life or death. He looked at her, his eyes ablaze as he contemplated her fate. As he pondered, he drew a paw onto her shoulder and dug his claws into her. As much as he wanted to kill her right then and there, Atshen was starting to learn the fun in the game of cat and mouse. 

With his mouth still clamped on the side of her mane, he came to a conclusion, "Cross me again, and I will kill you on sight." The words were drawn out, and his eyes sought hers as they burned intensely. For good measure, as if she were plotting anything when he freed her he bit down as hard as he could, relishing the blood that game with his inflicted damage. 

Releasing her from his grasp, the brute of a wolf took himself off her her. Though, in the process, he dragged his claws over her flesh as if in the way of a final warning. 

Once he was off of her, he took a step back and lifted his tail over his back, his adrenaline peaking. "Now get out of my sight, filth." A growl followed his words, and he bore his teeth.