Emberwood the die is cast, pt.2

Slowly, the male released his clasp, jaws closing shut as he stepped back with ice frozen in his gaze. A small huff replaced Dovev's growl, a misty puff of fog escaping the male's jaws. He looked dissapointed and resigned that he wouldn't get his wishes, but there was no use in killing her. Basilie's family would never travel this way- the Creek territory literally stood in their path.

Why did she not fight back? Up north, it was considered a slap in the face to turn away from a challenge, however twisted it was. Dovev had assuaged the female, poking and prodding her into battle, but she had denied it, even when his jaws scraped her neck. He had thrown his glove down, and she had stepped over it.

It dawned on him then that this female perhaps was a little too clever for her own good. By not dueling him, Basilie had saved herself countless wounds that might hinder her progress- but she had let Dovev carry through with his part of the bargain. She had tricked him into thinking he would get his revenge, when pride and logic stepped in Dovev's path and prevented him from killing her in cold blood.

Fine, the male chuffed disgustedly. What do you want to know?