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Jaws snap shut on empty air and Reaver finds himself suddenly released from the grasp of the weakling’s defender. Though it had not been a firm hold to start with, Magnus’ teeth slide out of his fur and with a whisking motion he is gone from the volatile embrace, somehow fully avoiding Reaver’s teeth and recovering his lost breath with impressive speed. The slightly smaller wolf is away from him, and black lips curl back in a furious snarl as he pursues this wolf who had interrupted his and the white shewolf’s dinner date. Long legs push him to full speed, no more than a stride behind Magnus as he moves to attack Jaidah. And that is when a feral roar rips from his throat. This fool would dare to touch what was his?
Even as makes to attack the form of Fjallraven, who Reaver had managed to sling to the ground in his former attack, Magnus is making a beeline for her. The sight of her lips stained with red makes Reaver come alive, knowing that despite this fool they could still dine upon lupine flesh this night. He was slightly to the hooded bastard’s right side, giving him a slight angle for the motion that he carried out next. With a firm push against the snow, Reaver put on a burst of speed and leapt forward. From the point of his hip, Reaver made to smash into Magnus, thrusting his weight into the weak spot just in front of the hip. His jaws extended, and those extra inches of height gave him the perfect angle to reach forward to grasp around the spine of this jackass that had spoiled what would have otherwise been an easy kill.
Whatever he is able to grasp, whatever contact he had made, Reaver would not relinquish his hold. Whether his blow had slowed the male’s movement or not, he would stick with him, staying towards the back half of the brute so as to keep himself out of harm’s way. If Magnus were to turn and try to bite at his face he would yank backwards on whatever hold he kept, saving himself from damage. Savage jaws would grind teeth into his flesh, digging deep into whatever purchase they had found. If he wasn’t going to feast on flesh tonight, he would at least wet his tongue and get a damn good taste of this motherfucker.
REAVER