Whitefish River Ask Me Why

Uncertain on how her reaction may be, he figured anything might be better than her just sitting there feeling sorry for herself. Even if she got in a huff and angry at him for his awkward invitation to fight, out of nowhere, would give her a moment of distraction. To his pleasant surprise, she accepted his offer. Sluggishly she moved to face him, there was little desire in her expression and so, perhaps, it was time for him to try and coax it out of her.

Picture me to be what's ailing you. At this time he rose back up to his height, face contorting to a more aggressive expression as he faced the woman. Skin crinkling a he attempted to egg her on with some growls and snapping of teeth. Kill me! He ordered in a thunderous bark. If he was good at anything it was to fight, it was to turn others into his outlet of frustration and pain, as well as make himself their outlet. This was the only way he knew how to cure others, to vent, to act, he'd be her distraction today.

Unless she was already moving to make the first hit, Rose would not stagger in beginning the session. Should she just stand there, he would feign a lunge and snap with all of his ability to try and be as threatening to her as possible without actually aiming to harm her. He would not pierce skin unless necessary, for now, he would try to lure out her own aggression.