King Elk Forest Ungrateful

Contrary to his plans, she fell out of his immediate reach and his wide grapple to latch and smash grasped nothing but the copper air of her screams and scrambled breath. The change in his plans was wrenched from her to Phox as his body categorized the threats by priority instinctively. With Phox’s gnatty ass bringing bear down to his more vulnerable spots, the Aussie twisted his body around in a swivel to focus his might on the fellow. The second the dark bastard locked into a tender leg, a trap of his own fierce carnage reared to maul the pretty boy’s face. And oh boy were those eyes looking mighty nice- 

how would they look as he snatched them out? 

Now the problem with being a hulky fucker was the hulky part, not necessarily the fucker part. He couldn’t reach the front of the bugger’s dear face, but the side of it. It was a dodgy move these two bringing him to this, he had to leave his mark atleast until somebody called quits.

But shit, he was near pack lands- 
it might have to be him, he irritatedly figured. He hadn’t ever turned down a fight,let along run from an ambush, but these two actually worked together as opposed to fighting by orders. The Rogue was following orders, and could abandon them to save his life. But he would’ve stuck in a catch 22 with either the Company, or this broad and her damned boyfriend. Way too much hassle, wasn’t it?