[He should pay better attention - what happens next is really Astarion's fault. Lost in the taste and the strength in the blood that fills his mouth, he fails to notice how much he's taking until a couple hundred pounds of extra weight starts leaning into him. Oh no.]
Shit.
[That's all he manages before his own meager strength gives out. With a grunt and a few curses, Astarion collapses under the wolf's weight and finds himself pinned beneath the great beast for the second time tonight.]
Gods damn it get off. [He pushes ineffectually at the wolf's shoulder. He's still breathing so Astarion isn't worried that he's killed him, and the wound is already clotting so there's no risk of bleeding out.]
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Shit.
[That's all he manages before his own meager strength gives out. With a grunt and a few curses, Astarion collapses under the wolf's weight and finds himself pinned beneath the great beast for the second time tonight.]
Gods damn it get off. [He pushes ineffectually at the wolf's shoulder. He's still breathing so Astarion isn't worried that he's killed him, and the wound is already clotting so there's no risk of bleeding out.]