Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

caiaphas watched the wolf with rueful hate filling her gaze -- no sooner had her teeth clacked together had she recoiled -- in that same breath, ferahgo had done the same. the distance between them thrummed, and the hulking she-wolf watched him like some feral craven before a carcass. she uttered no riposte -- her retort showed in her crowing expression, which teetered with goading. the rake would watch him leave and at length she would distantly trail his scent to make sure he made no attempts to return to her domain.