Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Pushing back against his advance, Aresenn’s shoulder pressed against Sephiran’s chest. Bringing them to a standstill, growling in each other's faces, teeth bared and tensions high. His anger increasing by the second, as Aresenn wouldn’t confess- choosing to play into the facade of blamelessness. “Allowing Absinth to manipulate Aurelia into attempting suicide,” Tail waiving above his hocks, while his shoulders rolled forward. Trying to shove against Aresenn’s weight again. “Disappearing for days, and returning to the Polar Sound, reeking of Armada.” Nostrils flared, and Sephiran deeply inhaled the air between them. Testing for the packs scent on Aresenns pelt, and being quite loathsome about it. Perhaps he spent the last week in Armada, instead of scouting the neighboring lands like Sephiran commanded. Accusations kept seeping from every corner of his mind, fueling the mania. “You believe these to be vague implications?” The tension between them was quickly reaching a climax. “If you’ve been exploiting me. Conspiring with an enemy. Scheming ploys to steal my toys from me.” His tone was rising, the pitch of his snarl increasing. Saliva dripping from his jaws, splattering droplets in the space between them. “After everything we have done together- everything I have done for you.” I’ll fucking kill you. The rest was left unsaid. Whatever restraint Sephiran previously had, snapped inside of him. He needed to regain control. Assert dominance, invoke fear, show Aresenn what he was capable of. Without warning, his jaws were snaking towards Aresenn, viciously snapping at the side of his face. Throwing his weight forward, he wanted to topple him over.