mint is spicy?

Úlfr patrolled his usual route around the Maw. As usual his ravens accompanied him, bickering and chattering as they swooped and dived. He was enjoy the cool bite of the air, the way it stung when he breathed in. There was no doubt he was alive, that his body was feeling. He felt less formless, less aimless. A cry rang out, echoing through the mountains and bringing him to a sudden stop as he realized it was Delphi. Shit. What now? "Galinn, Glámr! Find her!" The birds croaked back and took off, diving down the mountain side with their agile wings as Úlfr scrambled after.

The moment the ravens arrived they dove into action, talons out, slashing at the face and eyes of the enemy before scattering back into the sky to avoid the retaliating jaws. Úlfr immediately locked eyes on the target, realizing he was approaching the wolf from behind. He saw a pack mate had hold of the wolves hind leg and was busy rendering it useless. The wolf twisted around to attack her and Úlfr's pale form emerged violently from the snowy haze as his jaws latched onto the wolf's face. His upper fangs sank into the enemy's left eye, piercing through into the socket while his lower fangs hooked under the left corner of the enemy's jaws. Úlfr bit down as hard as he could as the enemy screamed and thrashed. His forelegs wrapped around the base of the intruder's neck as he did his best to stabilize himself. He would not release this victim so easily.