Duck Lake winding roads are winding down.

No sooner had he heard the words, the quick movement out of the corner of his eye, he tensed, his own hackles beginning to show. Turning his head, golden eyes fixed on the female as the words lingered. Fight, really?. Despite the tension, the sudden feeling of his heart beat at the threat he did his best to remain stoic, composed.
"If your fighting skills are as good as your hunting skills are, I promise you I'm terrified." his sentence dripping in sarcasm, his lips curling as his namesake flashed in the dull light.

His weight shifted enough that should his poor attitude trigger an attack he'd at least be able to react. Fang was a coward when it came to actual fights, regardless of any advantage he had. "How about you apologise for losing my dinner, and we'll start over." Reasoning his way out of this with diplomacy, it could work, without the smart-ass insults it was possible.


[size=x-small]ooc: yeah, this is rather entertaining, just a shame Fang's being a dick[/size]