Duck Lake girl i don't play

The little creature moves to the side swiftly, coming in with pearly fangs to meet him. Meanwhile uglyface in the back stands up on his feet, and suddenly Lacoste isn't so happy to spar anymore. If this became a two-on-one he'd tear the little grey bitch's throat out the moment he got the chance. He wasn't interested in unfair advantages and would prefer to fight one-on-one; the girl was pretty but not pretty enough to risk his life to spare- no woman was worth the trouble. 

Teeth meet his flesh, his only reaction is a slight wince. He snarls, glassy eyes darting to the man in the back like a warning to stay the fuck away, before his gaze comes back to Zephyr. For the most part, the little coywolf does a good job of dodging his attacks. Not the most offensive, but wearing down his energy- still, Lacoste manages to get a bite in at her shoulder, a tiny taste of blood satisfying him like a vampire. He backs away then, waiting for an attack from the girl for now.