Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
“I wasn’t trying to be nice.” Crevan growled, landing on his feet. His claws dug into the soft earth of the meadow, the grass around them bending underneath their wolf bodies. They’d cleared a large area and now their rumbling snarls could be heard from afar, if any outsiders happened to be listening. Despite that, there wasn’t any mistake that the cream-colored male was smiling, even though his ears were lowered flat against his neck and fresh blood painted the metallic nails on one of his paws.
He spun around to face her and Sabrina barreled into his neck at the same moment.
Her teeth, strong just like his, sunk into the soft flesh around his neck. For her youth the hellhound female was nearly his size, and quite strong as well. Crevan tumbled underneath her weight and slammed into the ground with a harsh thud as his own blood, glistening and dark, began to stream through his pale fur and down one shoulder. He laughed, something that sounded like a sharp yip.
“Good aim!” He yelled, undisturbed by the fact that Sabrina was painfully tearing his scruff. Already his hind legs had found their way to her belly, the sharp claws digging into her underbody as he forced a kick. He wanted to fling her off. If she managed to hang on it didn’t matter, he was pulling his head away and basically letting her rip into the side of his throat. She could pick him apart for practice all she liked - as soon as he was free the skin would begin to stitch itself back together.
He couldn’t die. Sabrina could nip and tear all afternoon and the worst thing that could happen would be Crevan passing out from loss of blood.
The large male wolf tugged again, and the sound of his skin ripping free filled the air around them. He rolled and picked himself back up, spreading his weight evenly and turning to stare down the hellhound with dark, sparkling eyes. “Again.” He commanded her, one side of his body stained red like the deer they’d shared a few moments ago. The wound she’d given him had already stopped bleeding; by the time she attacked again it would be closed. “Afterwards, we’ll go see your dad and tell him the news.” He smiled, the jagged rows of his fangs gleaming crimson.
@[Sabrina] It's ok! He's one my less-active characters anyways <3