Neverwinter Forest Catch me if you can

While he had made contact with the male's jawline, teeth grazed at his shoulder mildly, though the fur and skin there was thick enough to protect Shrike from suffering any real damage, and Onai wouldn't have been able to pull away enough, in Shrike's grip, to make proper contact. Growling and shaking himself loose from his own grip and out of the male's grip once more, he stepped back a few paces and squared his feet, tail once more flagging over his haunches; he had had it with this male, who had so blatantly ignored his warning, and wanted him off the packlands. 

Ducking his head low, he charged the male again, this time aiming for his flank in hopes that one more charge might make the male turn tail and run away, leaving them to peace at last. His jaws snapped viciously, and he meant business this time- if his warning was ignored once more, he'd send up a call for other pack members and then begin to attack with the intent to kill.