Lost Creek Hollow sometimes brothers make mistakes

now this was living. colt enjoyed a good fight. his first hook had caught the boy well, tearing the bottom of his jawline. and then the big young thing was snapping for him, claws swiping at his forelegs.
their heights were mismatched, which meant that the attacker had to bend for him somewhat. colt struck toward the middle of the other's eyes, hoping to rip the flesh there and send blood to blind the wild eyes.
his shoulder came up; he aimed it into the other's throat from below, a blunt strike to parry the teeth at his chest.
and his limbs began to bleed.