In time, she had become a creature of tolerance, accepting of most things that went beyond her realm of control. Be it the insult of another, or natural disposition, as long as it did not affect her directly, she would accept and endure. But as the dark beast lunged for the ram despite her direction, that tolerance was nil, and in its place a naked rage for this defiance. The efforts for the fall of the kill may have been shared, but there were more than just the two of them that depended on the sweeter, healthy meats.
Without pause, she leapt over the ram towards the stretched dark neck of the male as he descended on the belly. She was not cruel enough to aim for his vital flesh, but more so the back of his throat towards the shoulder. She used the force of her bound in an effort to knock him away from the kill before he delved too deep, all the while letting her thundering chords swell in warning. |