The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

He twisted his face, but wasn't fast enough and her paw connected with it, making a resounding crack. He narrowed his green gaze and bared his teeth; nothing was broken, it just hurt, but he would get over it. This girl on the other hand was dead, so fucking dead. "Wow, repeating things now are we? Is your brain so tiny that you can't even think of a comeback? Wait, no, obviously you're so damn smart, that's why you went for the girl. Well, guess what? That was one stupid move, sweetie." Teagan spat out quickly, liquid fury written over his face as he spoke, jaws snapping at her, hoping to gain purchase at her flesh and rip some out. 

"Touch what? You're ass, pussycat? Nah, too ugly," Teagan managed a condescending smirk. When he was angry, more often than not, he tended to do verbal sparring while physically sparring, he was blessed with a silver tongue after all, why not use it. Especially in the most ridiculous of situations. "Sorry babe, I didn't notice any of your piss marks around the Tangle. Obviously, your piss smells so damn strong, you and your packmates, after all, the strength of the smell in your piss depends on the intelligence in your brain. Oh wait. You don't have a brain! Guess that's why I couldn't smell shit. Sorry, sweetheart. Your bad." Right now, he was speaking super quickly, the words spilling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to stop it. "Your logic is as logical as you are pretty, 'cept you ain't." He leapt for her once more, her and the deer, for despite his warning, she still seemed to be going for Grace. "Trickey," he hissed lowly, utteriing a warning to his boy friend to watch out.

With his tail lashing, he uttered another growl, ready to fend any wolves away from his pack's kill.