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The feisty flame colored female lunged for her throat, but Lark had guessed what she might do. "Figures." she mused to herself "All wolves go immediately for the neck." With a heavy swat from a massive paw, Lark landed a blow on the faes shoulder, the force of which should knock her to the side. Sharp claws had been extended, perhaps the should have the luck to lacerate flesh. Lark crouched down low, snarling angrily at the fae. If the fae had any sense, she would back away from the large and potentially deadly feline.