Blackfeather Woods Sneaky little critter ain't ya?

So this was how they would fight. The woman's presence was known and Dakarai turned into her attack, rolling with the force of her weight. He felt teeth scrape against his flesh and wrenched his shoulder out of reach, his own fangs snapping at the air near her face, seeking a hold on the sensitive area.


Deciding to get out of dodge he squeezed out before he could be pinned and trotted backward a few feet, a menacing snarl on his maw his throat vibrating with a low growl. His fur bristles as he sized up with Emélie continuing his retreat though he was watching for her next attack.