In the middle of chasing another fox off of their grounds, one who's dingy brown pelt taunted him with every zip and turn it managed. Hulking beast as he was, and that prevented him from being as agile as it was, but his endurance was there. Where it took a strike of energy to evade his jowls, the wolfdog could run marathons, albeit not as fast as the fox. But just as the quarry delighted in losing him in another drit around the bend of a autumn-afflicted elm on the border of the Plateau, a triad of names flew into the sky and swirled around the pair of listening quadrupeds, both halted in their usual cat and mouse game.

A breeze ruffled his lush coat of dark blue as something much more irritated settled onto his face. This fucking bitch. "Should've told Ruenna about this one instead of what'shisname, apparently." Turning from the quirky and curious fox, Siqsa jaunted back to the Plateau, ignoring the fact that he was just summoned like some child. But only it wasn't. There was a timbre in this girls voice that called to his soul, and reignited a fire that had begun to flicker away. Finally, some fucking sense in this peace-y pack! A challenge, a fight for something more than some goblin in the night. As he had heard from the events, this girl's name was Minori, and apparently the broad didn't take kindly to him standing up for himself. Well, as one of the noobs in the pack, he wasn't gonna just let her talk abraisive to him; the hell was she?

It took enough time to get back to the party, heavy sway of the brute who's head hung eternally in a downslope from mountainous shoulders. The pendulum walk as he shifted his weight from left to right finally ceased as he stood just adjacent of Minori, a dark navy brow raised as the Devil took in the moment, surrounded by both Liri and Kavik. After a respective nod to the ebony and ivory pair, a curt baritone seared between him and the witch who summoned him "What, can't take someone having as rude as a mouth as your's?" A bit of Dun Möch, or taunting to get the woman heated, if not distracted. It was also how he felt. Seems others couldn't appreciate honesty.

She threw herself forward with the agility of a fox  and the power of a lioness. It seemed as though the taunt worked more on him than it did her as her retorts caught him completely off guard. She latched onto the top of his already exposed scruff, as he couldn’t defend the already weakened area, and he braved himself for the pain as it came. This however, was much more smarting, as old wounds from Flicker, reopened and threatened to bleed anew. 

From under set the light weight of the heathen wench, he couldn't pull himself free or tossing her off. Barely anything could be done about the grip she had on him, and tossing her off would have furthered the damage. But what mattered was that he rid himself of her. 

“Teasing, my ass. You clearly snapped, and whether you believe it or not, respect is earned in my eyes. Now if y’all wanna cast me out for it, fine. But simply demanding respect for seniority is bullshit.”

Though she was a light weight, her grip was on a weak spot of his. Yet he knew if he wanted to be free enough for anything, he’d have to do what he had done to Flicker, and buck her off. He was gifted with broad shoulders enough, as it was. So with hinds braced, the violent bastard snaked his weight from his rear to his front, threw his front up, and tried to free himself from a strangely expert grip.

”Alphas are duels given their respect, because they fucking worked hard for it. But you, I don’t know, nor did you welcome me in this damn pack. So in all reality, you ain’t shit to me.” 

But it that was what they were trying to bring into him, weren’t they? To bring him from his rogue ways and instill some semblance of peace into him? 

Ruenna’s words echoed through him, conflicting with not only his thoughts, but his intake of this situation. Much more could have been done to prevent this, but as it was natural to him, the Devil only fanned the flames.

Damn those bites hurt. And almost on an instinctive whim, he cursed her. “Sudas sosera“ they scalded the air with a vengeful sear. “Who even said I hated your ass?! You wanna y’all about knowing differences; you’ll know when I hate you - you won’t be breathing.” Snarls rolled from the deep caverns of a heavy chest, only amplifying more with her weight atop him. He was having the damndest time trying to get her off of him, and moments before she fell from him, she inserted another attempt at a lesson. Incredulous, he chortled out a laugh through the hell she was delivering into his pained nape. “Fuck me! Out of all things you think, some blood spray set you off? That shit wasn’t even on purpose! Liri got some too, but you think I’d go outta my way to get blood on her? The fuck’s in your head?“

Finally she came free, landing further from him as she got herself out of immediate vicinity. No matter to him; he was gonna smash her ass. Being big came with perks. “Yea I didn’t sit the rabbit down,“ he agreed. Charging up the tension in his haunches and delivering it in a clear swift to the front of his body, he launched forward, a steam engine train, head down, barreling directly for her. “Because I don’t even know your goddamn name!“

In all essence, he was in pain. And through pain, he listened a bit more, sometimes. Sometimes, it was a bit less. Usually he won through force. That was when he listened less, as he felt no need to hear the loser’s point of view. But he was losing to this skank. 

“Well, doesn’t suit me when your ripping my goddamn ears off, now does it?!“ 

What were they even fighting for, at this point? It sounded less and less about hierarchy, and more and more like a sibling’s quarrel. His face was wrenched into her neck, angle terrible as his neck protested the slope. Unable to reach that jugular, gangs nipped near helplessly by the front of her charcoal shoulders, landing none of the attempts. 

Shoveling her off with the stroke of strength that he had left, he panted furiously. Blood dripped a pretty red river from both shoulders as he snarled his outrage at the smaller, quicker, and obviously lucky woman before him. “I don’t even want to know your name, now.“

His petty ass.

Irritated that she just wouldn’t go down and leave this matter alone, then had the audacity to call him a goddamn KID, the ex-Nightmare snaked out exactly at the time she threw herself forward to cause more damage. This time however, she was in reach, and an blue ebony maw snapped against that svelte shoulder of her’s. She danced away however, only giving him enough grip to snatch out a few clumps of fur, before he squeezed nothing but air, jaws clamping noisily against trifling hair clumps. Spitting them out, his pants subsided a bit as he followed her circuit with his own. 

Man, wasn’t this bout a bitch. Getting owned by someone more pompous than him. And for all the wrong reasons! Misunderstanding and all! 
Whatever.

Like some pesky fly, she buzzed around him, nipping and chewing whatever her fangs got across. This time around, was his tail.

WHAT THE FUCK. Trying to pull free from her only dug her further into the flesh, and the banner soon began to ruin and smart. Yet as she slipped, so did he, hulking bastard flying forward and landing on his face as he slid through the loam. Standing and shaking himself, he stumbled a bit, almost tilting over. A struggled growl edged his tired words as he fought to keep fighting.

“Fuck you.“ The response was short as he had to hack out chunks of dirt and ignore the swim of copper in the air. Goddamn, it was pitiful at this point. Heavens forbid he truly be the son of Slade; he would have certainly brought his Father shame at this point. 

On the defensive, should she come near, his low body would swivel sideways, hoping to upheave the woman in her pursuit to ruin him.

Damn, trying to keep up with her ass was horrible. It drained his energy, and he was already a heaping wad of bloody fur.

This is was a disaster. 

Now careless, he recklessly barreled towards her with forelimbs wide, a tackle in his mind. 

WHY WONT SHE JUST SMUSH

His head was reeling as his body slipped from under him as he went down. That was it - the last of his energy. He had plenty of fight still consuming hot air as he wormed and struggled exhaustedly under Minori, pitiful snaps and gasps flowing from a useless attempt. There was nothing he could do as she held him down, a firm grasp over his own windpipe. His struggles only harmed him more as he bled himself of oxygen, three snaps the lasting impression with broken words. “This“, snap. “isn’t “ snap,...
”over..“ snap. 

And from there, oxygen deprivation faded him mentally back to the hellish pyres his violent thoughts originated from. Lying on that ground, bleeding and soring over, the wolfdog was beaten, and unconscious.