Duck Lake winding roads are winding down.

Rahzie's brown eyes locked onto the male's golden ones, still flashing angrily. She saw his hackles raise, and she lowered her head to protect her neck should a fight break out, but he remained stoic. "If your fighting skills are as good as your hunting skills are, I promise you I'm terrified." He flashed his teeth back at her, and the coywolf's snarl grew louder in response, turning her head just slightly to the side to show him her canines. Her tail now lashed angrily behind her. It didn't help that she was hungry, it just made her more angry. Hangry, as it were.

"How about you apologise for loosing my dinner, and we'll start over." Rahzie let out an incredulous "Hah," in response at the mere thought of apologizing to this offending hybrid. But something about the way he was pushing her buttons, the coywolf couldn't help but garner a faint respect. She would never admit it, but he was mirroring her sassy-ness well. She decided to give him a sliver of a chance - but wasn't done with him yet. "Only if you apologize for using the word runt," Rahzie growled in a low tone. Most of the time, she couldn't care less if someone insulted her. More hurtful words had been thrown at her. But the use of that one particular word would always set her off.