Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

Again she surprises him. His teeth make contact without resistance. That annoys him. Something lightly nip at his ears. He looks up at the female's muzzle, striking out with his teeth angrily. He will tear at her. Take piece by piece until she attacks seriously. Such lowly playful biting infuriates him. What is with this female? This is the oddest wolf he has ever come across. It somewhat intrigues him. But he can't help but feel that she is ruining his fun. The darkness inside longs for a good fight. If this female won't give him one, he might as well stop trying to force her assault. Outright killing her would be no fun, but if she won't challenge him, then what is the point of fighting? Blood is blood, whether he fights for it or not.