Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

He had sprang side ways, evading the snap of her teeth and allowing her the chance to find her feet. Raptor's last action had encouraged her to do so — he had wanted to make her stand — but the sable wolf had become mercurial and reactive; it offended him now to see her face off with him again. He met her eyes and nearly mirrored her stance: he curled his lips over his long fangs and raised his hackles as he assumed a stiff and aggressive stance.

He sustained a throaty growl as he stalked forward, eyes ablaze and determined. His tail betrayed his warring intentions, alternating between threatening rigidity and an appeasing half wag. His ears behaved similarly, pitching ahead as he pressed in, but flicking back in response to any any uninviting twitch that Wylla made. But when Raptor made a move, there was no apparent conflict and no hesitance. He was swift and assured as he lunged, biting roughly at her flank and rump. He was dogged and willful, not to be deterred by the punishment of her fangs as he searched for — and found — his opportunity to rise up and clutch her hips between his forelegs.