Blackfeather Woods Sneaky little critter ain't ya?

@Eméliee @Lennox

Goodbye. Beat him good haha

 



Dakarai solemnly walked to the borders and stepped over, eyes moving nervously around the territory he never got used to. He opened his maw and hesitated briefly "oh c'mon you cowardly bastard"  he cursed himself. Lifting his muzzle he howled, the sound one of a betrayer its deep tone echoing through the land. He stepped a few feet farther away from the borders so his point would be known and waited for the pack members to flood in for a fight.

Emèlie watched in the shadows as the man carried out his wishes. Seeing as the two had only met personally on one occasion, it wasn't with a heavy heart that Emma licked her chops patiently. She circled him via the treeline, her eruption of a rumble the only evidence that she was tracking her prey.
Once she'd managed her way to his side, Emma sprinted forward and lunged, aiming for whatever of the boy she could grab onto. Hopefully, her jaws would clamp down on Dakarai's shoulder or even a foreleg to slow down his escape. 

So this was how they would fight. The woman's presence was known and Dakarai turned into her attack, rolling with the force of her weight. He felt teeth scrape against his flesh and wrenched his shoulder out of reach, his own fangs snapping at the air near her face, seeking a hold on the sensitive area.


Deciding to get out of dodge he squeezed out before he could be pinned and trotted backward a few feet, a menacing snarl on his maw his throat vibrating with a low growl. His fur bristles as he sized up with Emélie continuing his retreat though he was watching for her next attack.

Emma was only intrigued more by the taste of blood on her lips, for she wasn't easily satisfied, nor was her thirst for blood easily sated. Much to hee disliking, the male managed to get away but not without leaving his mark with a gash along her cheek. Emma wriggled her nose and twiched her ears out of frustration for the male's disrespect. How dare he? If he thought he would leave without anything more than a little scratch, he had a lot coming.
Emma's large body moved forward with a show of immense strength in the highlights of her muscles. Her hackles were also raised, yet she was already large enough to overpower most without having to put up the show of dominance. This time, rather than aiming for a weak limb, she lunged toward Dakarai's face, hoping to get whatever of it she could. 

ah gods... He cursed inwardly and attempted to move out of the way. He was too slow and her fangs clamped down around his left eye, causing him. To roar with pain and anger. The eye is not an easy thing to hold onto however, and with a grunt he ripped himself away. Rearing up on hind legs he came crashing down with his forepaws attempting to strike her in the head or neck with his weight. Blood had begun dripping into his eye, and it burned quite a bit but he could still see...if he didn't have blood blocking his vision.

Indeed, the male succeeded in bringing her down, though only for a moment. As Emma felt teeth sink into the sensitive space just between her neck and shoulder, reflexes kicked the male away and she stood back on her feet with her lips curled up into a snarl.
A lick to her maw and once again did Emma charge. This time her focus was on force; she didn't want to tear skin, she wanted to break bones. Her head was low as she lunged forward, hoping to knock into at least one of four lengthy legs.

Dakarai snarled and rolled to the side, the manuever a quick attempt at avoiding a broken limb, which would be the end of it all. He stood back up and circled her with a wide berth, eyeing her warily. He would have to knock her down and run for it, but it would be a challenge. Running forward in a straight line, he bowed his head, aiming to slam his own skull into hers a move that would knock him off balance and hopefully her as well.

She missed, but she didn't think much of it. Emma was back on her own feet in a moment, though soon enough she'd been knocked down onto her side. The male had charged in the same fashion she had, yet instead of hitting her head as he'd hoped, he rammed into her shoulder. Emma snarled once the pain registered, but she wasn't yet going to forfeit. If the male was smart and he chose to run in her moment of weakness, then the fight still wouldn't be over. She would chase him until they were far enough from the territory for her to feel confident that he wouldn't be welcomed back on good terms.

Dakarai knew he should run, but the temptation of giving this woman something to remember him by was strong. Yet he remembered Olive, how peaceful she was. "I'm done with blood" he spat and took off racing away from the borders, swerving through trees and crashing through bushes. He never looked back though he assumed she was chasing.

I'll wrap it up!

Emma heard the words that the man spat, felt each moist syllable fall onto her fur, and stood once he took of. She shook her fur free of fallen foliage and took off, taking care to leave him with a specially packaged gift from Emma and every Blackfeather Woods wolf Dakarai left behind.