Hideaway Strath We go from silence, to sirens

His attack only does so much and the pale wolf is biting at his paws like some hungry pup. Except it actually hurts and seems to trump his own defensive tactics in swinging himself out of the way. He’s not as quick as he likes to think sometimes it seems. Yet it means nothing to him as he continues hoping back, only to sweep up to rush his thick shoulder into her side as hard as he’s able to. It truly wouldn’t hurt that much, not enough distance between the two to get a good wind up, but perhaps enough to stun and gain some ground.