Blackfeather Woods Wires

2/5 — Xan misses

Having succeeded in latching his jaws around the female's ankle, he was met with the metallic taste of blood. It coated his tongue, tasting similar to the prey he'd eat, but also different. This was not prey he was after, but another wolf. Someone who had gone against him, unknowingly, and was deserving of a punishment. It set his blood ablaze, adrenaline coursing through his body as he relished in the satisfaction of having injured the female. When she'd begun to pull away, his jaws had remained locked in place, reluctant to give up his "prize". Her determination—and pain tolerance—must have been higher than he'd anticipated, however, for she'd managed to rip her leg from his grip only moments later. It'd caused a snarl to take over his features, eyes appearing to burn with the need to attack, the need to make the elder wolf submit to him.

Alexander stood his ground, stance widened and tail lashing around behind him, resembling that of a feline who'd just been angered. His bizarre gaze met her's, further challenging her. She was older than him and far more experienced, but he felt himself to be superior to her. He was the best, the one in charge, a prince. Someday he would rule as a king, but until then, he wouldn't stand for anyone giving him any shit. Cyn appeared to not understand that, however, for she'd lunged towards him once more, aiming to take a bite out of his face. He'd attempted to move out of the way and use her momentum against her, but he'd acted too late and was met with the feeling of her incisors sinking into his muzzle. The Inuit bit back the yelp that had attempted to sneak past his lips, instead focusing on trying to remove her. Pulling away would only cause more damage, so he'd begun using his forelimbs in an attempt to claw any accessible part of her. None of his attempts would follow through, of course, but he did not give up.