Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

Noise of heavy breathing reached his ears. And he was up in a moment, body turned with a growl.  Pretty blue eyes on the femme in question. If she could even be called that. 

Maw wrinkled over pearly teeth and his shoulders smarted, but he quickly got into position to fly into her, if she stepped a moment closer. The noise he had hard, clear from the ripped and scarred muzzle that showed teeth. The scent that came off of her, was the ones that had already attacked him. She was part of the sorry gang that had gotten their asses handed to them.

Smaller than he, granted most were honestly.

What do you want? he snarled, eyes narrowed. His heart poudning, though he willed it slow. His thoughts slowly calming to better pay attention to her. He wasn't certain if he could take her, but he was damn sure gonna try.