Hoshor Plains suburban muse

She quickly reels as he lunges for her throat, accustomed to this sort of display since she'd been a mere whelp. Something about her just seemed to really bring out the physical side of others. Her attempt to dodge had not been all that successful, as his teeth still nipped her throat and tore from it a tuft of ivory fur. She fell back in a graceless stumble, and quickly found herself tasked with wedging her hind paws beneath his belly and booting him off before he could do any more damage. He was just fucking around, wasn't he?

Envy flipped herself the right way up, staring at him with a wide-eyed gaze and the whisper of a grin tugging at her maw. She bowed, not a shred of seriousness to be found anywhere.

If he wanted to fight instead of speak, she was all the more open to it. What a fun game this was turning out to be! Her heart fluttered, its pace quickening.

She would spare only a second to shake the flecks of dirt from her coat, before erupting into a lunge of her own, jaws snapping at his hind leg, eager for teeth to meet flesh.

If she maimed him, she wanted to let it fester. There would be no sympathy. That's what you get, for trying me.