Heron Lake Plateau Lets get down to business

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The moment his wounds opened she smelled the metallic taint in the air so pungent to her keen nose that she could almost taste the sharp tangy flavor of blood upon her tongue. For a moment she was brought up short and her eyes widened before it occured to her those wounds were not her doing, the blood smelled much to strongly for that to be a bite wound and she had not bitten through his skin she was sure of it. He had been getting himself into trouble elsewhere and the knowledge made her eyes narrow once more just before he lunged. It took her by surprise and she lifted her paw, his teeth brushing over the skin and slicing through causing blood to well up through her fur. She growled and lowered her head, swining it so that the hardest part of her skull would smack into his without causing her much harm. If she connected she would body slam him to the ground and once again stand over him, her tail rising and spine going rigid fur rising in a blatant display of dominance and warning. She growled low her eyes firm and dangerous but expression calm and controlled. She gave a short, sharp growl "Stand down and listen. I can help you become a warrior knowm far and wide. Accept my offer and fight or stand down and accept I am better" her eyes softened for a moment as her heart hammered inside her chest, memories of the eyes of her soldiers brimming with fire and rage but determination as well. She believed that he could be trained to have discipline, to use rage as a weapon to destroy for good and the good of his future people and a smaller part of her brain argued he could become a threat, a possible murderer on day if she didn't at least teach him that anyone in the world could hurt him and caution was a nescessity to survival.