Moonspear Scorpio rising

Having accomplished his mission, Fallstag thought he might have felt more satisfied; but the sturdy yearling protecting her had been unexpected. He'd wanted to tear into her with his words, to make her feel as though she'd had everything stripped of her, the way she'd caused his own downfall- but he'd had to improvise. Perhaps if he just stole a glimpse back to see how she looked, the little ragdoll, lying on the mountain's edge-

But something larger and fiercer obscured his vision, and sent his world spinning when he was hit with the force of a jackhammer. Fallstag lost his footing and tumbled over and over, bouncing off a legde and scrambling to try and right himself as he slid down a patch of loose shale. How the fuck had the yearling caught up with him so fast? Fallstag barely had time to right himself when he realized that those emerald eyes and snapping fangs were at his heel again. All Fallstag could do was attempt to side-step at the last moment, hoping the young man's momentum would cause him to drift past just enough for Fallstag to avoid being slammed again, and lunged in to try and shove his bulk against the young man's shoulder, grabbing for his scruff, shoulders or back- anywhere- so that he could get the upper hand again.