Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

(Ok. Lets hope I can rp this right. I'll defend the first attack but do bad at the second and fail the third. Pm me if I should do something else.)

The druid was circling me. My hackles were raised high, fur fluffed out, and tooth and claw showing. I let out a growl as if it were a real battle. My unusually sharp claws slid out, stained with blood. My lip curled back in a snarl. I knew I would loose, but I should give my best to make an impression. My ways of fighting were unusual, but they suited my character. In a real fight, I would draw blood with tooth and claw wherever I could, but can I hurt a wolf in the pack yet?  What if she doesn't trust me yet?  Will I be forced out if I loose? That probably won't happen, but I did trespass. Lets hope a can just get a few good swipes and two rounds before I loose. I whispered under my breath. I wasn't going down without a fight.