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

It hadn't occurred to the younger boy anything more than when he heard the snarl. It was seconds after when he felt the wind heighten in built up energy that he mulled over his final words. Only the slight connection between the word and the gender which he was dealing with came to be after he found himself no longer staring ahead-
but up. 

He felt winded, as though he took a hoof to the chest. Could have been his back hitting the hard stone and dirt, or whether it was her that knocked him somewhere that made him winded. Could have been both. But the only thing he could muster out from his lips in this swindling wad of unknowing, was, 

"I was...referring....to myself...."

Staring heatedly at the woman above him, his own body wrenched almost serpentine as it whipped around to face itself, properly. Limbs and body worked in a near otherworldly manner, flexing his body up with jagged movements that somehow ended up being normal. And in the same fluid movement, he threw himself at the older fae, intent on ending her. 
He hadn't even registered his need to breathe; his form was almost that of a work of fluidity in reality as his lurch was a demand for her soul. However he wanted to have it, it would be met. As a member of the Nightmares, it was mandatory for each pup to defend themselves against peers and superiors, alike. Considering he was the soul survivor of such a pack, whether it be by his fang or not, it still spoke of his aim to remain alive.

Fangs primed for the stretch of her exposed and gorgeously there shoulder, he concentrated on his lunge more than his defense. His attack was far more pristine than his speed however, and as genetics spoke it, he would be massive and powerful, unlike the swift and nimble usuals he had either barely bested with a delivered blow, or been ruined by their ability to dodge his attacks with their agility. Curses left his lips with hateful seethe as his pride had been nipped by a girl.

"J'us varosene dridonera. J'us valia mrias, nudien."

If his attack was unsuccessful, he's go for the feint to her lower forelimb of the opposite side, snapping ivories to trap it into a sharkish bite of make her resign her assault.