Deepwood Weald Not An Option

The man tried to leave, tried to run - but she wouldn't let him. He was hers now, the target was drawn on his unfortunate back which drew her in regardless of what he wanted or didn't want. The first snap at his neck was left with nothing but a few strands of hair between ivory incisors, seeing only his back as he tried to flee. Instantly she moved to follow, to close the distance as best as she could despite his more agile frame than her lumbering one.

As soon as he whipped around to meet her face to face, eye to eye, she grinned. Happy that he would no longer be running away from her, from this, whatever it was... training? A random attack? Spar? Whatever. She merely breathed for a moment, letting them both catch their breath as eyes burned into him, the intensity never left despite the sudden silence. 

As if she attempted to excite him as well, she snapped her jaws in his direction. Purposely missing by a hair to try and get his adrenaline pumping, to instigate a fight between them in her own twisted way to issue the challenge. With her few attempts at warning and challenging, she lunged once more - this time with every intent to break skin should she be able to grab him this time.