Bearclaw Valley lionizing

The moment her deep eyes met his bright ones, Aventus clapped his jaws in a fearsome bark and grew rigid along the length of his spine, aiming to intimidate and warn her away. Avicus had always been a strong wolf. Once, he had acknowledged her strength as greater than his and respected her for it.

But now his mind turned to loyalty, to faith, to areas where he felt that he was the stronger. He had been attacked by another wolf, but she had been punished by the bear spirit, and that was all the proof he needed that he deserved his place.

She came for him, and Aventus went right into the attack, splitting his jaws wide and moving fluidly into her blow. The rest melted away, the spectators, which was fortunate; he would have been offended to know his parents stood by and watched, supporting her foolish behaviour with their inaction. Wherever her jaws landed, it would hurt and possibly bleed, but it brought him close enough to aim his own lowered head for the side of her nape. He was a straightforward fighter with one goal:

Get her off her feet.