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Gold eyes settled on the red form, teeth snipping at his paw as it neared her head. There was a touch to her ear, a feeling that made her shake her head and snap her teeth again, though not very aggressively. Actually, this was rather mild for the female who, normally, would sooner claw out your eyeballs than actually talk. This one didn't hit her annoyance meter very hard, though if he truly worked at it, she was sure he could get there.

"Nothing much. Just my teeth in your face." The easy shrug of her shoulders and the slight smile were deceiving; she would actually tear his face off if he got to be too much for her 'delicate' mind-frame. She swung a paw at his muzzle, large and solid. It was nothing more than a swat but Kroc wasn't even sure how to hold back, making her version of 'play' rough and possibly more dangerous than playing with a smaller, more sociable wolf. 

She moved to swipe at his paws, attempting to knock his front paws out from under him. "What're you doing out here anyway?" She questioned, ears positioning to listen to whatever answer he had to shoot back at her. His motives were yet unclear and she intended to figure out what they were, to determine how much of a threat he could be to the Spine.