Whitefish River Ask Me Why

His attack hit without a hitch, to his dismay. She was relunctant to fight back, and he was beginning to worry that he would just be pushing her around instead of bringing out the beast that beat within her. But he would try, and continue to try. His thoughts were hidden behind a canvas of hate, honing in on that image of Rhaella just enough to get him to act properly. With ears pinned back, teeth drawn into full display and fur raised, he was peacocking to his best attempt - then it happened.

She snapped into the proper mindset and he staggered back from the surprise headbut. She prepared herself and challenged his stance, and to continue to poke the bear, his tail curled in a dominant display over his lips to provoke her further. Like a panther preparing to strike, he circled in a steady pace, waiting just long enough for her to gain her barrings and then lunged again, this time he threatened to make contact with his teeth on her shoulder. He would give her no time to think, no time to burry herself in doubt and darkness - she had to defend, she had to act. He had to fuel her adrenalin and intimidation was key, he'd use muscle instead of tactics.