Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

Now at the backside of the wolverine, he watches as the animal spits and growls back at them, occasionally looking back to hiss back at him. Taking this opportunity to distract it, his orbs shoot to one of its hind legs, planning on grabbing it by the thigh. 

He allows his golden eyes to look back up to her. “Try and grab his neck and I’ll grab his leg.” He says quickly. Then gazing at her devilishly he quirks a malicious smirk. “Then we can play some tug of war.” 

With that, he pounced forward. Mouth opening and teeth bared, he shoots down to wrap his maw around the animals haunches with savage intent. The hot lands and he pulls back, the wolverines is on him instantly, wondering where the source of pain is coming from. It snaps its vicious teeth at him and he moves his moves in times to avoid them, hoping the female will have an open window to grab the animal before it grabs him.