Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

There's a fury building within her that seems to be coming to a boil.  The more he speaks, the angrier she gets.  She stares at him like he's grown two heads.  A growl simmers deep in her throat.  She lowers her head over her neck, and her ears pin back.  He's bigger than she is, but then again, aren't most wolves?  In her head, she's making a plan -- one that will clearly solve her current problem (which is, that this wolf is too nice, and she doesn't like it).

"So, you're sayin' if I attack you, you won't hit back. That it?" each word is a bite, a verbal indication of what she intends to resort to.  Violence brews in her like a high-category hurricane. "I'll mark your face up!" It's the last threat she makes before she leaps for him, jaws snapping wildly.  She's not looking to kill or maim, but she wants to hurt him somehow, to get him to lash out, to attack her back.  Enough of his sickly sweet demeanor.  She wants to kill the kindness in him with her teeth.