Blackfeather Woods In Times of Rage, Voices Cloud the Mind

Teeth gripped the females scruff and drug her down to the ground. Ayana yelled at him to let her go. Grim snarled at her in response. Let her go? She needed a lesson. But the little female wiggled her way out from beneath him. Apparently he hadn't had a good enough grip on her. She kept her tail down as she stood before him. She begun to say something but then cut off her words. Her eyes made contact with his. Grim bristled, growling low in his chest. She still wanted to challenge him? Before he could wind up his muceles to jump again, she turned and left. Narrowing his eyes, he watched her leave.

He wanted to go after her; chase her down. Give her something more to remember him by, but there were more important things to attend to. He needed to find more food for his mate and pups. Grim snapped his jaws together. If she ever appeared before him again it would be too soon. And if she ever disrespected him again, he would give her a reason not to a third time.