Fox's Glade Time to play

She infuriated him, a jab at what he could only assume was her attempt to break the ice. If her mind was sharp she would have steered clear of Easthollow. unfortunately, she did not, and instead, here she stood a grin plastered on her face as she let out an airy laugh. Was she taunting him? Was this just a game to her? He wasn't interested in playing whatever fucked up game she had going in her mind, he wanted her gone.

Another snarl ripped from his throat as he took a step forward, then another, You'll regret ever "playin'" with me. He was done talking, he didn't want to hear her excuses. She was after kids, his cousins, his family. Well no more, this time he'd make sure she never sought out his home again. West charged, paws hammering against the ground as he bore his fang. Whatever this was it was a new feeling, a rage like no other that burned deep within his soul. As he neared, his jaws snapped attempting to latch onto whatever he could grab.