Greatwater Lake Great Balls of Fire

Regan continued to move backward careful not to back against a tree or some other blockage that would leave him vulnerable and trapped. He flattens his ears back and curls his lips over his fangs, a low growl of warning rising up from his throat. He had not crossed the borders or done anything harmful to this man's pack, so why was the brute acting like he was going to attack?

He recieved a one word response to his question about the pack and had just enough time to see the man's muscles tense up before the lunge was made. Regan ducked low and shielded his throat by tucking his chin in tight, the brute's jaws crashing against his skull instead of reaching the lethal area they had been intended to. Regan scrambled away a few feet and circled the white fur brute, now realizing this was a fight and not running off when he should have.

pushing off the ground he propelled himself forward, keeping his chin tucked close up to the moment he was a few feet away from Vaati where he tried to barrel into the male and knock him over.