The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

As her teeth came in contact with his muzzle, Haunter snarled and jerked back on reflex. Though he had not expected her to react in kind to his behavior, he was completely caught off-guard by the physical contact. His eyes were viciously wide, bewildered, if not down right crazy. His spiky fur, which always stood up oddly, was on end from nape to tail-tip as if he had stuck his wet nose into a socket and been electrified.

The surprise he felt almost instantly turned to anger, and the virile black beast was abruptly back in his days as a lone wolf, constantly having to fight to feed himself amongst the packs of competition that had always been laid before him. He would not let her direct him on neutral territory for a kill she had not caught on her own; so the wolf, more volatile than ever on an empty stomach, did not hesitate to lunge again for the ram.

This time, he went for what he wanted and his teeth clenched heavily onto the side of the ram's belly, feeling a satisfactory flow of blood and guts into his mouth while his eyes challengingly sought out Xi'nuata's definite reaction.