Two Rivers Isle Tennis makes me so mad!! Why doesn't anyone catch the ball!?

His face crinkled with anger at the other male's oblivion. It was mildly frustrating and only further fueled on the ebony male's anger. Perhaps had he caught Behemoth at a better time, he would have done more toying. But he was already pushed out of his comfort zone. He was more than ready to fully strike now.

A wolf. Behemoth finally spoke with venom dripping from his tone as he briefly reared his head with his lip pulled back. His large ivory teeth were put on display as one final warning before making his lunge. His jaws parted as he aimed to latch onto some part of the dog. Preferably his neck or shoulder.