Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

PP with permission of Isley

Her final stand of disobedience was the final straw. A bone-curling growl began to form, starting as a deep, gutteral sound in his torso to a full blown snarl, it was the perfect resemblance of hostility. His eyes narrowed and locked onto the female, ears slowly curling back. What could have been a simple report turned into something much more malicous.

One step after another, he dragged his large, lumbering body nearer. He was seconds away from lunging towards her and tearing off her unruly head from her spine... "This..." he began, one step taken after every word. "Is.." he continued, closing in. "Drageda" his voice had changed from a snarl to a sharp, shrill bellow "Land!" 

With that said, he pounced forwards, barreling his much larger frame against her, jaws open and snapping, his eyes were blurred with bloodlust, and thus when he tasted the thick, dirty taste of fur, he bit down as hard as he could and pulled with his mouth. The bright red wolf was able to rip out of his grip however, accidentally tearing off a piece of her skin. This only infuriated him more.. Wanting to taste blood, he struck again, this time a quicker jab towards the neck, catching her in-between her dodge, nipping off a piece of fur and making a nice, red cut by the side. His teeth were splattered with crimson, the flavour giving him a signal to survey the situation out of frenzy mode once more.

Looking at the damaged trespasser, he had decided that now was a time to show who's boss. "You fucking scum. Goliath hurt until respect." he growled, and threw in a final bite to attempt to grab her neck, then, he could slam it a bit more into the ground, and drag her to the pack's leaders for further instructions.