Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

No roll because predetermined outcome! ;D

Ah, so her name’s Banshee. Interesting. Though she’s brave, the type of woman to stare death in the face and he has to have her. Oh, she would be such an asset to them — the Saints.

It’s true he is toying with her, doesn’t want to break her after all, she is quite small. Though when she jumps up and, impressively so, cleanly cuts into the right side of his muzzle, just over whiskers. A cute little Oops slips from her maw the same time blood pours from the wound. His own brows furrow and his smirk grows — mirroring her own and showing feral teeth. 

“Oh yeah?” He hums softly — the calm before the storm. Then he’s lunging towards her for the final time. He will make sure it’s the final time anyway. Sweeping his body to her right side he distracts with a paw to the face and reaches below to snatch up the hind leg on the opposite side. Reaching blow her and yanking it up she’d be spinning onto her back. He wastes no time in getting on top of her and caging her in with thick limbs as he smirks down to her.

“Oops.” He sighs to her, blood dripping onto her own face. He’s half tempted to lick it off.