Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

Rakk let out a yowl of pain as his face was raked by the girl, her unseen attack spearing her teeth right into his cheek. Blood sprayed from the sudden wound, splattering into his fur and possibly staining the mass of the bear-man; he didn't see. He glowered at the girl and was about to start kicking again so he could taste her blood. Taste the coppery tang and it's thick, smoothness on his tongue.
But alas he was hauled up like an oversized pup, his back end dragging unceremoniously across the ground by the man.

No. This was wrong! He thrashed for a few moments before growing tired again. Still hung in the man's jaws. He opted for a warning then, a promise to his snowflake, "I will have you Aure. I will claim you!" He called with his voice ripped raw, blood falling freely from his face down his scruff. His eyes straining to stay locked onto her as he was hauled off and away from his prey.
He'd made a vow to her. A vow to claim her.
And it would be carried out, one day.
When he had all the cards playing to his hand.