Great Bear Wilderness Precious and Fragile Things

His orbs had been glued to the grassy foothills of the mountain when his audits spun around, and Dovev's skull snapped over his shoulder. An intense stare had radiated from his pale gray eyes as the old silver brute drew near, his maw bubbling raw language. What had driven this elder to provoke Dovev was unknown; but he had yet to find out the repercussions of his insults were. The silent white titan stood still, his receptors erect on the peak of his forehead. Slowly Dovev began to pivot his body his tendons toward the elderly creature, gazing icily over the fringes of the grass. He was silent but excitement leapt in his bones, pushing Dovev to react. As soon as his aggressor shut his trap did the ivory canine spring into action, his whole body thrown forward into a lunging sprint. Dovev powered straight across the empty void between them, his jaws shut but hackles raised, his banner an aggressive curl behind his haunches. Almost when the brute had reached a closer, more intimate space with his foe did a jet-black streak appear in his periphery. Undeterred, but slowing his momentum, Dovev applauded his gaze on the vicious strike the fae had reached out with. Fueled by the unspoken challenge, the male leapt alongside the onyx stranger, only then parting his snares. Frontal daggers flashed and the male was in no forgiving mood. Dovev slowed his momentum, his toes splayed across the earth as he threw his speed into the powerful punch he was preparing, a growl rumbling loudly in his throat. With fur spiking alongside his scapulars, Dovev lunged at the elderly creature's jugular, aiming to aggressively push him down, or turn tail and flee.