and fill your heart with smoke

All recourse and diplomacy was swiftly discarded as Dogmeat saw the dog rise to his threat -- challenging both his status and his welfare. His coarse fur flew outward in outrage, static and bristling -- and as the dog returned his growl with a fling of his shoulder and a flash of teeth, Dogmeat felt compelled to issue his own brand of vengeance. He dropped his meal then, favoring the prospect of surprise it may harbor for him.

With a rippling snarl that consumed his already contorted muzzle, the dog was flung back by the blow -- yet this did not soften his violent resentment for the tan-hide animal. As the dog's teeth flew towards him Dogmeat countered by lunging forward aggressively, both paws outsplayed to strike Sechuan down -- his preferred target the wound that had been opened by her original attack. Simultaneously he sought to counter her searching teeth by issuing his own retort -- his massive head swung down like a wrecking ball with teeth armed to the hilt to defend himself. He hoped to clutch the side of her cheek in his jaws and crush her -- though this left his shoulder and lower chest open to her teeth. He would wince and bear whatever damage she dealt him, but he would not moderate his blows. This time, he was not playing -- this time, he did not cow. This time he wished to punish and cripple the dog for her lapse of judgment.