Firefly Glen I smile because I won't do,

No longer than he words left his mouth, his suspicion was validated, and heavily. He sprung quickly back into motion as the cream wolf lunged for him without any pretense, while he was left unable to tell for what, exactly, as he swung for an arc out of reach. Narrowly enough for his tastes as he felt his fur pull, but for now, he was fully forced into retaliation. The rain's persistent wetness though, may complicate, though he was confident in himself, as the mountain had raised him. So close to home, the dark beta would not hesitate.

Long and lean himself, Jarilo angled his body in a half-moon around the wolf, hopefully bending his back half out of reach while he sought to gather his momentum even in a close proximity. When he returned the gesture he had been met with, he lunged for the wolfeater's ribs--low in his center of gravity, reaching with teeth first, and if contact was his, more could follow.