Luneshale Pass looks like there's no more room in hell for me

the first warrior, the woman... she reaches for him. but he sees the intention immediately for what it is. she wants his blood in whatever way she can get it, and so makes a bold move. he tsks when her body rushes his. if she wants blood, he will take it. but he will not so easily give it. 

her teeth want his throat, but he lifts it from reach. when he is high enough, like a bear looming over its opponent, he strikes downward in defiance, a widened jaw and ready teeth eager to sink into her muzzle. flesh, he wants to rip. bone, he wants to break. blood, he wants to taste. but the way this ends solely lies with her. the only control she holds in this moment is just how badly she gets hurt.