Blacktail Deer Plateau A Taste for Deer

This time, Macawi knew that she had gotten a bit too cocky. Either that or this he-wolf had actually listened to her advice. She yanked her head away a bit too slowly and felt the stinging slice of a single fang dragging across her muzzle. She quickly backed up a few more feet, keeping wary eyes on this angry male.

"Macawi is impressed, angry one," she panted, feeling hot blood running down her maw. "Not many can say they have touched Macawi. But let Coyote ask you this: If she leaves your territory, and stands at the edge of it, will you speak with her without attacking?"

With that question, she turned her body slightly diagonal so as to walk away and keep an eye on the wolf at the same time. She padded lightly past the scent markers that bordered the territory until she was on the other side, and then promptly sat and waited.