How did he get here?

It was no secret the two of you always just attacked one another the moment there was a hint of scent between the two of you, the tension between them was palpable, and in other circumstances this fight maybe would end differently, if the two of them quit being stubborn and embrace the heat between the two of them, but God knows they couldn't.

Victor had them pinned beneath him. Down by their throat, they are both leaking blood, panting, the wooded area around them broken apart due to their fighting. He looked down between at them, his elongated claws just slightly digging into their throat as he kept them pinned, his body pressed to theirs, their faces far too close. He panted and he bared his teeth at them.

"Are you fucking done, Runt?" He snarled at them.