Sleeping Dragon This is either madness or brilliance

Chessur's pearly white teeth missed the strange man's throat, but did graze his shoulder. She grabbed on tight to whatever she could and managed to rip out some of his fur but caused to real damage. She pushed herself down upon his chest harder, asserting her strength and keeping him pinned tightly to the ground. He started to talk, speaking that he'd meant no harm in native tongue. Unlike the male, Chessur found speaking to be inferior. Words were a sign of weakness, and those who used them were simply cowards. If he was so smart he should've recognized the border and stayed far from it.

She hovered above him, not allowing him any wiggle room but not attacking either. She snarled, peeling back her pink gums to reveal her sharp teeth. It wasn't long after that a familiar face joined her side. She was glad to see him, Tanja barreling towards her side. And after him came Heda, snapping her fangs as well. The male was outnumbered, and Chessur wasn't feeling merciful, but she waited for Heda's cue to kill, until then she waited, her golden eyes narrowed and fixated on the males exposed neck.