Bitterroot Valley A Mix of Lives comes with Curses and Blessings

She came at him at full force. Slamming into him harder than he had ever experienced. He was no match for the force, he took the full blow and to add more to his instability he felt teeth sink in behind his head. With her momentum she lost her grip but tore some of his skin in the process. Afterwards he slammed onto the ground hard. It all happen so fast. Within a second both his sides likely had bruises and he was lightly bleeding.

Esaro still didn't understand what was happening to him. Half his body was hurting he was starting to be afraid for his life. But instead of running or trying to put up a fight, he got up and decided to run his mouth. "W-Why are y-you doing this?!" He stuttered. He wanted answers and the only way to get them was for the other to talk. With fear building up and starting taking a few steps, except his front legs were moving faster than his hind legs making him rise, exposing his stomach and neck.

He didn't recognize the scent of the wolf. All he could assume was that she was in a pack but just didn't know which one. Due to his nature he wasn't able to call her an enemy. Instead it felt more like she was just a crazy wolf. Esaro may be paying attention for attacks be he hasn't taken up any defensive stance or anything to remove his vulnerability. For some reason he expected some answers and waited for that.