The warden was a creature that believed situations could be reasoned away from conflict, yet her pacifist nature was sorely being tested. Aggression was not new to her, yet she did not favor accepting it into herself. Rather she protest it than succumb. But the option was closing as the once sensible male made his intentions all the more clearer.
He had hobbled around to her back once again, and swiftly made to assert himself over her. Every warning in her mind went off at once, rousing ferocity from the female as she spun on the tops of her paws out and from under him. Her eyes were wide as she turned on him, her teeth bared and parted as she lunged for his shoulder. The forced of her run was meant to knock him over, at least with enough impact to perhaps knock some sense into him before giving up all together. |