Emberwood when do you fold? and when do you run?

Artok, thought it was damn well neccessary. She needed to learn some manners, and if he was in a worse mood. He would not have thought twice about taking a chunk out of her face. He was a no nonsense man as of late. He also lived selfishly for himself, except for Scarlett, she was part of his selfish world.

Artok stared at her and cut his eyes at her. He smiled wolfishly and cruelly. His fur bristling along his shoulders. He didn't growl, rather he spoke softly, but defiantly. You could try, and perhaps succeed, but you best be damn sure darling, that I will take a piece of you if not all of you with me. He did not take to kindly to threats, even wants given in a soft, silken spun voice. He could care less how they were given. A threat was a threat, and if she did so again, he would not fail to act aggressively.