Ravensblood Forest The Trumpets Sound

A step, quicker this time.

There were a few things she knew, more often than not, would freak out other wolves more often than not.  Her smile broadened, tongue lashing out a moment to drag across her muzzle.  A single, poisonous chuckle.  Oh, you'd be surprised.  Another step.  She was visibly moving now, slowly but fluidly.  Her muzzle started to crunch up into a toothy snarl, a low, barely audible growl was the only response to the second part of his plea.

Was he actually going to allow her to get close enough to try to take a chunk out of him?  They usually didn't do that.  Godot wouldn't mind the chance, it might be interesting.