Redsand Canyon Hope

Roll Here!

At her words Donovan smirks confidently. His eyes land on her bared teeth, noticing her auds pressed against her skull. “Ooh, so vicious already.” He comments teasingly to her. Never taking canary orbs off of her form, watching her like a hawk.

Finally the suspense is over and she slipping down to bite at his hind legs.
The she wolf is quick, for he’s unable to step out of the way before she gets her pearly whites in him. He grunts at the sting of teeth in his legs and tries his best to retaliate. Curling into his body by turning acutely to the left he goes for her shoulder. He’s able to pinch her greatly with his front teeth and the hint of elongated fangs to her skin. Surely she’d feel that. Perhaps it would make her reconsider biting at his legs. Perhaps not.