THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
For a moment everything seemed to be going his way but the slave woman was quick and fierce and her jaws latched on the side of his muzzle. They were tangled together and this put him in an awkward spot. Normally in a fight his go to move would be to thrash his head to both free himself and simultaneously worsen the damage to the woman's shoulder but he'd run the risk of maiming her. She was not his slave, she was Deathbelle's and he felt his sister would be furious with him if maimed her. In truth Harbringr expected the woman to give up much sooner in the fight but her tenacity had won out.
Harbringr tensed the muscles in his stomach, his legs coiling beneath him as he slipped his arm off of her so he could push back and out of the way. The result was lacerations on his muscle but he was free. "Ok, I give! Good fight, you have a lot of spark for one so small." His tongue flashed out as he licked at the blood on his muzzle, grinning at the woman as he did so. "What is your name?"
