Ravensblood Forest there is lightning in this room, above our heads waiting to strike

His mate's slowness throws him off, and for a moment he hesitates, a smile tugging at his own features in response to the half-grin. Somehow, he still manages to evade the lunge at the last moment, darting to the side with a laugh and then abruptly surging forward. He aims for Kratos's uninjured leg in retaliation, stretching his jaws to fit it in his mouth for a moment just to see if he can.