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

Flicker tilted her head at his words. Not to kill? Certainly didn't seem that way, but that was because she'd angered him; she knew that much. But the pain throbbing from her jaw carried her from thought to thought like bees to wildflowers. Her tongue snaked out to lick the blood coating her teeth to find one of her teeth had been rendered a jagged stump in her reddened gum. At the realisation she snarled softly; how dare he pull such a dirty trick that came from his own attainment. 

The wold charged her again and she had enough time to adjust and cause his head to ram into her, but she misjudged the force he ran at her with and was sent sprawling. An eye for an eye she guessed. She smoothly rolled onto her front, protecting her precious underbelly and neck, she was not going to give the maniac the satisfaction of her death. Another day, perhaps. Before the wolf attacked again she spluttered, "Stop!" A command, but desperate. She needed him to snap out of whatever frenzy she'd sent him into; she'd seen it plenty before and was not about to kill him for fear he was a pack member.