Stone Circle Black as your soul.

No answer met his demands, instead, the man glanced to his partner and the woodland boy could swear he saw a smirk. Imagined or not, the lack of response or action made his fur rise along with his temper. As fast as the silence settled though, it was broken. Revui transformed into a mass of anger as he bore his teeth. West's paws dug into the ground as he was charged, a snarl ripping from his own throat as fangs snapped wildly and unpredictably in his direction.

The woodland boy had never been in a fight before, not like this. There was no time to think, instead, he fell to instinct as a burning sensation ripped into his shoulder. His own jaws shot forward as he too tried to grab something of importance, the throat, the shoulder, his maw. Anything to keep the man's fangs off himself or scare the other. He shifted his weight attempting to slam the man and off-center him. Both were around the same size so a simple pin or bulldoze wouldn't do, he needed to gain an advantage.