Trespasser Alert!

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Damn this chick was loud! She kept screaming and squealing, while the only sounds leaving the black and gold male was growls and grunts. His eyes stayed narrowed as his ears pressed even tighter against his skull, tail over his exposed belly to try and hide it from her teeth. There was no such luck for his arm pit though, still in the clutches of the little devil. Itri curled his lower half upwards, legs moving towards his rib cage to help protect his belly, almost like his mother was picking him up by his scruff. So when the female pup moved to kick at his belly, her hind legs battered against his own back limbs, striking the lower portion of both his back legs, from his knee down. Minor bruises scattered across his hind legs, making him flinch slightly from the irritated sting. Itri then tried to strike out with his own back legs, hoping to make it past her wild kicking and kick her right in her lower belly, both hind paws stretching upwards to try and achieve this.

Itri was able to get his jaws around the top of her muzzle, but nearly let go when she let out a yelp. But he knew that this wasn't play time, a yelp didn't mean stop. It meant what he was doing was working, and he should keep doing it. So he tried to keep his jaws locked down on her muscle, lips pulling upwards in a snarl and bunching the loose skin around his face. He was not going to let her get away with all of this! He felt somewhat in control, until the dame shook her head back and forth. An angry snarl ripped through his throat as his moderate wounds became major, the inside of his left foreleg bleeding freely. But Itri had not given up his own grip, jaws still locked around her muzzle, and he attempted to bite down even harder to keep a grip with her flailing head. He knew that his jaws would tear farther into her, just like hers had to him. But his left armpit was in a lot of pain, and slowly he was running out of steam. He wasn't a fighter, at all. His parents had taught him nothing, and he didn't even know what he had done to deserve all of this pain. His adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and he knew that he wouldn't make it much longer. In a last ditch attempt for her to let go he tried what had worked before, a swift kick to the eye again. Itri's right front leg again sought to come over her already bruised left eye, aiming to slam the bottom of his paw down on her once again. Hopefully that would finally get her to let go, and he could get away from this crazy child.

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ITRI vs LETO for DOMINANCE
Round 2 of 2

"SPEECH"