Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

As was to be expected, she retaliated forcefully. 
She kicked, snapped her teeth, flailed her claws, roared loudly with grated words. They were both of similar stature, but Fenrir had far too much experience with brutality, thus giving him the upper hand. 
He waited for her to grow calm before finally giving in and stepping back from her form.
Do not attack me again, or you will be left hurting, He warned sharply, brows furrowing slightly.
The threat was one she would remember all too well, for it was one spoken many times during her youth.