He really didn't want to attack her, but she was leaving him no alternatives. But he wasn't about to make the first move against the only female of his kind that he had seen in over a decade... Not when he might have a chance of taking her during the full moon. He growled once, annoyed that he hadn't thought of that fact earlier, then let his lips fall over his teeth. Though his posture remained guarded, his ears back, though no longer flat against his skull. He figured he might as well try to get around fighting her, his wolf wouldn't let him back down, wouldn't allow him to walk away without at least tasting that kill he had demanded.
Slowly he stepped forward, and to the left. He would not attack her, but he would not allow another wolf to control his actions, command him like a pup. Another step, then another, his green gaze never leaving hers. Caution was how he had kept his hide from the grave since he had been turned almost twenty years ago. Caution, and his skill in fighting... He lowered his skull, his eyes remaining locked on the female, his tail neutral. He dipped his muzzle over the deers neck, laying his teeth just behind the skull. He knew that he was taking a great risk, both lowering his defenses, and hindering his ability to protect himself by filling his jaws with the deers corpse...
I put the pedal to the metal
as the sun goes down.
Leave everybody sleepin
in this sleepy town, tonight
And at the break of day,
I'll be a runaway!
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