Overture Downs golyat

as he saw nunataq press herself deeper into the ground, the only thing stigmata could think was how glad he was that he didn't have to chase her. she would have won that game. but instead she played like some wolfish breed of possum, and remained motionless as he trapped her to the spot with one large, fat forepaw to the shoulders and blunted teeth at her nape. removing his foot to the opposite side of her, the smokehound half-straddled nunataq while relieving her bruised hide of his toothy hold.

the smash-and-grab had only taken a second, and he punctuated it with a throaty growl - knowing that any words would be lost on her - but he hoped his own wordless message had been clear enough:

do not sneak up on me.

he wasn't one of the other bearclaw wolves who didn't expect to be obeyed. he thought that continuing to let her act as she pleased would get her killed - he was quite frankly surprised it already hadn't - and so he would no longer stand for it. he would not tiptoe around her feelings nor accept any disrespect, and though he preferred not to use his teeth, nunataq was proving to need a firm paw.

he moved away from her; his chin tucked, tail swishing, and his stern eyes aglow, as he stood back to observe her next action, which he presumed now would be flight.