Blackfeather Woods Sneaky little critter ain't ya?

Emma was only intrigued more by the taste of blood on her lips, for she wasn't easily satisfied, nor was her thirst for blood easily sated. Much to hee disliking, the male managed to get away but not without leaving his mark with a gash along her cheek. Emma wriggled her nose and twiched her ears out of frustration for the male's disrespect. How dare he? If he thought he would leave without anything more than a little scratch, he had a lot coming.
Emma's large body moved forward with a show of immense strength in the highlights of her muscles. Her hackles were also raised, yet she was already large enough to overpower most without having to put up the show of dominance. This time, rather than aiming for a weak limb, she lunged toward Dakarai's face, hoping to get whatever of it she could.