Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

iliksis did not alter his course when burr became alerted to his presence; the yearling bid to step off of the trail, and iliksis pressed forward. he offered the wolf a strange smile as if appreciative of his consideration -- and for a moment, it looked as if the shadow would pass burr by. two strangers, alone in the wildnerness affording each other simple courtesy as they each forged their own separate paths in the snow.

when he drew along burr's shoulder he suddenly altered his trajectory; like a whip he lashed upon the stranger, jaws parted for the youth's neck. burr may have seen the hate brimming in his gaze, or he may have even detected the predatory shift of iliksis' measured steps -- but it would not alter the bludgeoning momentum of his blows.

if iliksis struck true he sough to grab neck and pull the youth down into the ground, his front limbs splayed in front of burr's own in the hopes to flip him practically upside down and render him defenseless for iliksis' next onslaught.