Blackfoot Forest cried his wife impatiently.

The man has no time to react or defend-- which happens to be his strongest suite. Instead, he has only enough time to subsitute his throat for his scruff, which is grabbed firmly as he is bulldozed into the dirt-covered ground. The few grass stems that have risen up thus far are squashed back into the dust, their green coloring smearing themselves across the white in the mans coat. Aaron struggles beneath the large man, but it seems his weight has been matched. In times of such a famine, starvation is the best weapon-- and the other male seems to have a firm grasp on how to use his.

Aaron snaps at the white man, but he is in a bad position-- his scruff has handicapped him. He twists and moves to fight back, white teeth flashing in every which way.