[He's younger and smaller than the darker wolf but what the sandy one lacks in size he makes up for with some uncanny ability to twist, wriggle, turn, and roll. Not without destruction to public and private property of course. Crates are being smashed, dumpsters are banging against the wall. Something overturns and rats skitter out in a smart attempt to steer fucking clear of the two. Freddy's trying to sink his teeth into the weakest of Eames' four legs, he knows which side to target on instinct if only he could twist just right--
Hey. Snap! Freddy takes a snap at Larry because the old man don't seem to know you never stick your hand in a dogfight. There's some tumbling involved to throw the vampire off, more rolling, until they manage to rumble out towards the wider street. Good. More fighting room. Snarl snarl. Orange is already bleeding from a bite delivered right to his face that miraculously didn't take off his nose, lips, or green eyes. There's blood on his teeth too and chances are it ain't all his. He's making to lunge again.]
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Hey. Snap! Freddy takes a snap at Larry because the old man don't seem to know you never stick your hand in a dogfight. There's some tumbling involved to throw the vampire off, more rolling, until they manage to rumble out towards the wider street. Good. More fighting room. Snarl snarl. Orange is already bleeding from a bite delivered right to his face that miraculously didn't take off his nose, lips, or green eyes. There's blood on his teeth too and chances are it ain't all his. He's making to lunge again.]