Sequoia Coast Am I Special?

Luke was not anticipating an attack, there had been no forewarning of any kind to suggest to him that he should have his guard up around this female. She leaped at him and because he was not at the ready, she managed to get a leg over his head to drive a claw into his nape. Luke yelped, more in surprise, and hurriedly he backed out of her grasp and sprung backwards, putting some distance between himself and this girl who clearly was crazy, but not in the sense that he had meant when he used the word.

The blue-nosed wolf's ears shot forward aggressively, and his tail stiffened behind him. His silver eyes, once so friendly and warm, iced over and narrowed in challenge. "Try that again," he snarled, his hackles bristled into daggers. Luke was no pushover; his friendly disposition was not a sign of weakness, but it did a great job of hiding his potential and ruthlessness as a combatant.