Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

The skull that connected with his muzzle caused Evien's head to snap back momentarily, and the taste of blood filled his mouth from where he'd bitten down on his own tongue. He fought back the urge to gag, nose wrinkling up and ears pressing back against his skull.

Ow. 

It took him a half a second to recover enough to dive around and snap at the side of Derg's neck. His own attack wouldn't be as heavy as the Saints wolf's was - he wasn't much of a fighter, after all - but he'd do his best.