Ankyra Sound round and round, like the moon

At first the mutt stumbled back, shocked by her savage approach to things in life she disapproved of. His reaction pleased Bethlehem. She started to count this as another victory-notch on her belt. But the ocean-drenched halfbreed was not to be cowed by the chaotic she-wolf's manners. He snapped back, unable to take the affront, and the titanic Bethlehem whirled on him with a wild fury.

It was short-lived. To be honest, she was rather impressed with his ability to stand up to her. He looked thrashed, and it wouldn't be a fair fight if she engaged the exhausted wolfdog in his current state. The wretched she-wolf gave a derisive snort. You think you could take me, all by yourself? she teased, the tone of her voice surprisingly warm and mischievously inviting. A trick, to goad the icy, washed-out male into making a mistake.