The Tangle I come back with more guns, and ships, and so the balance shifts...

The words went in one ear and filtered out the other. The brown mass wasn't much for chit chat when the exchange of snarls did all the talking for the two of them. Analyzing his possible soon to be opponent, he was less than impressed by their physique. A mals with the slender body of a female, almost coywolf in looks - disgusting. A stain. A biological failure as far as Vengeance was concerned; but, their spitfire was impressive. He applauded their bravado, as stupid as they may be. 

Their scent indicated they hailed from a pack, that was something he had to keep his eyes and ears out for if they were to exchange fangs and claws. To be ambushed by a pack, even he couldn't take on a pack of wolves at once. No matter how strong an individual liked to see themselves, it was stupid to take on multiple opponents who excelled in pack battle.

The thing tried to get him to lunge first, and it worked. Liking to think he was a strategist, Vengeance was more action inclined than to speak. Pushing off from the ground with his hind legs, he was going to use his girth as his advantage. Keeping his four paws grounded, tail tucked to protect his own pride and joy - along with flattening his ears and keeping his hackles raised, he got his defenses ready. Once he closed the distance, armed with a jaw ajar, he aimed to grab hold of anything on the male's front, preferably the top of his maw to control his movements, but anything near it would work; cheeks, jugular, eye, etc... So long as he tasted blood, he was happy.