The Sentinels forge me a blade

Embry refused to give the wolf the satisfaction of altering his emotional competence. He did not grow irate in the wake of the brute's rude behavior, but only further placated. He slackened his pace as the male loosed a few words; tilted his head.

"Hmm... Tempting considering I'm currently unemployed myself. And how would I be compensated?" He winked impishly, but kept his eyes trained deeply on his opponent's weak leg. Surely, should he find checkmate, this would be the means by which he succeeded. 

As soon as he neared the leg, he locked his gaze hard on the male's shoulder in his classic method of diversion, feigning a lunge to the exposed flesh before sidling into a low dive for his weaker ankle. His teeth glinted like steel before breaking through the skin, flashing like a blade in the embers of morn. Throughout the movement, he maintained a steady balance across all four paws so as to remain as agile as possible in lieu of instinctively sharp retaliation.