Wapun Meadow quick silver

His attack was met with the female turning so that she faced in the opposite direction. Kierkegaard was savage; his jaws snapped viciously in an attempt to connect with her, and when he noticed her feet aimed for his face, he attempted to reel away but was not quick enough. Feeling her hind legs connect, he turned his head to the side so that he would not take as much force from them. Still, it rattled his jaw, and he threw his head back in the direction of her feet in hopes that he would at least score his teeth against them. The champ of his jaw was quick, though slightly un-aimed. He was only hoping to draw blood in his attempt. Taking a few steps backwards, the ashen loner shook his head. Lowering his neck towards the earth to protect himself, he snarled at the female with jagged and yellow canines. Flicking his tongue across his teeth, he took a step towards her once more. The kick to his face had hurt, but he was still larger than her. His adrenaline would carry him for minutes longer before he would see the need to depart the territory. Kierkegaard was certain that the alabaster wolf who had run after the bear would not be gone long… unless he was killed. Darting towards her again, he aimed to leap at her. His intentions were to knock the female over. At any rate, Kierkegaard had thrown his entire weight into his attack. If he should miss her, or if she were to dodge him again… he would have enough force in his action to put distance between them. And his lengthy legs could close distance quite well.