Blackfeather Woods our quiet drama[m]

A growl deepens in his chest. He is already irritated and here she is pretty much goading him into attacking her. Amber eyes narrow. He doesn't say anything, finding that he has no answer. At least not one that makes any sense to him. He assumes that he should expect something like this from her. Lusa is the one he has his eye on after all. It won't do to have a female who is docile. But what should he do now? Should he attack her because that is who he is? Or should he just leave it be? Teach her a lesson, the darkness tells him. Attack, they command. Teeth snap together. Maybe he should. She would enjoy it. His back legs tense, ready to jump her. 

He lunges, aiming to roll with her through the bloody flowers. The anger within him hasn't flamed enough to cause her any real harm, but he will play with her. No matter the reason, he always enjoys a good fight. Lusa is also fun to fight with. That killing instinct in her gives her no hesitation with fighting back. That's what he likes about her. Though their first meeting had angered him when she attacked first, he can't say that he didn't have fun. He will enjoy this as well.