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

Flicker saw what was happening before she could properly right herself but the contact was just enough for her to latch onto him. An awkward angle indeed. There was a moment to figure out just what was going on, she had angered something deep inside him, and maybe he just needed a release. In a swift movement, the male rose up, causing her head to snap back as her jaws were wrenched from him and she reeled backward. 

Pain throbbed in her jaw, that was a cause for concern. Her eyes darted wildly for an escape, should she need it, before lowering her head to glare at the black wolf. She was now in her defense; her comfort zone, but it clearly was not him. Flicker resolved to feel the wolf out and assess the extent of his ability before planning another attack. 'Get him underfoot, push him to defend himself.'  The words whispered through her mind like a melody; a calling. At that, the cream and scarlet, blood-flecked maw spread into a grin. She would indeed teach this wolf not to turn his back; morals or not.

She started to circle the wolf, waiting for his next attack. Perhaps she'll tell him her name while he planned against her.