Neverwinter Forest Catch me if you can

Shrike clenched fur and skin between his teeth, and squeezed his jaws together as a warning- though he'd not grabbed the male by the throat, he'd come close enough to make his point. He was serious- this loner needed to leave their lands or he would teach him a sincere lesson. He sidestepped neatly when the dark stranger attempted to snap back at him, releasing the male in the process, but sure enough it was worth the move- the stranger's teeth clicked together, catching only air and no fur or skin on Shrike. He glared at the dark stranger and snarled. "Last warning. Leave our packlands now." He said, before he lunged forward again. 

This time he angled himself differently and aimed for the tender flesh at Onai's flank- not a lethal move by any means, but one that was painful enough should it be landed that he hoped it would cause Onai to give up and run away. He was simply trying to herd the male away from the packlands rather than endangering his own life with a deadly to-the-death battle. No, he'd rather be like Wesley, and fight to-the-pain.