Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

The beast made insinuations and then began to stalk towards him. He disliked the feeling of her beady little eyes upon him now, or the wave of her breath as she leaned in to taunt him. As her pudgy face drew up and away from her own teeth Mesa saw only threat and reacted.

He bore his fangs in return, this time with a warning rumbling like gravel from his throat. The gilded fur along his top line serrated. He lunged, snapped; not truly going for any piece of the creature but letting the resounding clap of his beartrap fangs be the final deterrent.

If she came closer he would strip that smile off her face, piece by piece.