Redhawk Caldera Tread With Caution

She reared onto her hind legs so his muzzle struck her chest. Although it still wasn't his intended target, he applied as much pressure as he could to do as much damage as possible. Gravity eventually tore her from his grip and she tumbled to the ground, only to leap up a moment later, catlike, and dive for his throat.

He swiftly flicked his head, managing to sidestep her attack even as his neck bones creaked in protest. "If you don't run now, you're going to die," Peregrine hissed, swinging back to face her. If she was trying to prove something by standing her ground on his territory, she was failing absolutely. He wasn't impressed at all. In fact, she was perhaps the stubbornest, dumbest wolf he'd dealt with in his four years. "You do realize that, don't you, you stupid cunt?"

Before the last word left his mouth, he made his third attempt to grab her by the throat and throttle the life out of her. The world would be better off without such idiotic and arrogant wolves like her. He would be doing the local gene pools a great service once he succeeded in terminating her life.