grew up never seeing the stars

Fighting multiple enemies at once wasn't exactly easy at night, but given how the light danced on their pelts, it was easy to keep them in focus if nothing else. He'd asked for a challenge, so he very well couldn't complain now that one was being given to him. Weirdly enough, the yearling seemed the more experienced of the two, her attack was two pronged, he had no trouble meeting her shoulder slam in the middle, his own muscular figure more than capable of bearing the brunt but the teeth to the face? That one stung a bit, enough for him to wince as she connected. Knowing better than to try and rip his head away, likely doing more damage to his own face in the problem, he had no issue with shoving his head right back at her. His noggin was plenty hard enough and a solid enough knock to the snout was enough to make anyone's eyes water, enough that she'd let go out of instinct more than deliberate choice.

Sensing the other wolf swinging in close, Ronan flared out his wing defensively, angling the tips low. Coran would lose an eye if he wasn't careful.