Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

@Merrick, @Astara, maybe join in again?

His heart beat wildly, an erratic thrum that pulsed in his horribly rugged ear. Venamis felt his head swim and his grip on the rogue's face might've lessened with this sudden feeling of faintness, had he not ripped himself free of it.

Bloodied teeth cracked together and the spider swayed, stumbling backward a couple of strides as he tried to pull himself together. He shook his head and sent fresh crimson blood splattering to the snow beneath him when, much to his surprise, his opponent came at him again with jaws parted.

Venamis attempted to veer away, his gurgling snarl serving a warning that tapered into a strangled sound laced with pain. Orochi's fangs found purchase on the Ursus youth's upper forelimb and was successful in bowling him to the ground, but Ven was determined not to fall alone. He reached for the other boy's shoulder and, if successful in gathering a mouthful of flesh and fur, would be sure to drag him onto the bloodied snow where he could further assault him with snapping teeth.

Fucking scream already, he willed of him, [i]and it'll be over.[/i]