Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

She does not anticipate his advance, without any time to think aside from holding a wide-legged stance and a cursory yelp of panic as his teeth strike air around her face. She snarls fiercely, ears held taut and body fighting for strength even as her legs quiver with the surprise of his onslaught.

But it’s as if shaken by some invisible force his bites cease and he begins to inhale, slowly at first until growing more shallow with an urgency, drawing near- too near.

Suddenly she understands why and her skin crawls with a different annoyance. She would take his fury over this, would turn her fangs against him before allowing him closer. It was humiliating enough having to go through a season with every wolf for miles knowing it and she refuses to suffer this any longer.

“Back off!” She hisses and sweeps her arm out with intent to rip her claws across his nose. Her tail bellies and she skitters backwards, banking on his retaliation and desperate to get out of this before he can.

She scrambles for solid footing before cutting a jagged path through the trees- Not to Skáld, or their den, but to nowhere at all in the event he might see fit to give chase and counter.