Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

The more he assailed his target, the less agitated he felt and the more he was enjoying the process. It reminded Revui (dimly, since he was preoccupied) of his lessons with Llewellyn, of pulling apart the wolverine with Arcturus, and he was slowly changing his form from something desperate and filled with rage to more playful antics. He was growing frustrated pretty quickly too; while he thought he had the upper-hand because he knew the layout of the mountain and held utmost confidence in himself, the stranger was proving to be just as well trained - more experienced, for sure.

In a way the two wolves were going from possible enemies to something closer — at least getting to know one-another in a combative manner. Revui soon learned that the stranger favored a certain style and he would have to learn quickly if he was going to counter it, or at least defend against it long enough to come out victorious; but Revui was not a patient creature, and soon enough he was finding himself growing irritated and aggressive all over again. It was a game, sure. It became a game over time. But the more he tried to counter the stranger's snapping or his crowding movement, the more Revui realized he wasn't equipped for this style of fighting.

Llewellyn had tried to tell him - slow down, but all Revui wanted to do was speed this whole thing up, he liked the accomplishment of winning and the sooner he could get there the better. Think before you act — but he was a caveman fighting against someone more developed in style and skill. The last straw was the stranger's attempt to crowd in to him and snap at his heels - this brought an angry roar out of Revui and he dove straight for the stranger's face with his teeth shining, wanting nothing more than to grab at that smug face and tear it in half.