Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

Flicker bristled at him, her hackles raised to the autumn fur stood on end along the ridge of her neck and back. He didn't care? Then maybe he wouldn't care when she sunk her teeth into the yearling's neck to mar him much like herself; or worse. Reason tried to talk to her, hissed about survival and what she'd do if she got an injury. But she could match him, maybe even outweigh him with experience. 

The sinful looking one again stated he didn't care for her; was also unapologetic. Well, that made two of them. But to just pass it off as hormones? Interesting. She'd noted he seemed younger from the mixture in his frame that he appeared to not have fully grown out yet. Or maybe he was offending her, trying to get a reaction. It seemed he'd get one as a low snarl rippled from her before reason had stopped her.

His back turned on her just before her snarl, it left a clear opening for her to teach the wolf a lesson in manners. But that would be such an underhand act, would it be worth putting her morals on the line? In the moments it took for him to make a couple steps she'd made up her mind. Flicker launched at him with the aim to flip the wolf onto his back.

She would reach his side in two powerful bounds and if he still hadn't reacted to her sudden movement she would ram her side against his to knock him onto the ground.