Two Rivers Isle Twisted sanity

A glint of admiration stole through his honeyed eyes as Malice stood above him, clearly unfazed by his naive offence. Once again, his tongue slipped out from between his ivory canines to lap at his nose, his auds slick back as his opponent lowered herself to mirror his stance. Her growl made him shiver in apprehension and he responded with an instinctual snarl that rippled through his bunched muscles as the dark dame made a lunge for his jugular. As she leapt though, her ivories scraped the side of his throat yet, almost without thinking, he lowered his form so that his creamy belly fur brushed the damp forest floor, propelling himself forward towards his Queens front leg in hope to avoid the brunt of her gnashing fangs.