I Walk Alone...

In the thick of the fight, Squall nearly had this boy in his teeth. He was about to snap down on his leg when he felt a pain rise up in his own. With a yelp, he leaped away from the writhing gray mass and scrambled away in confusion. The whelp had summoned help!? He turned and faced the newcomer, a growl snaring his feature until he noticed it was a smaller female. Ears pricked, he cut off his hostile mocking and glared at her. "Who the hell are you!?" He questioned, muscles tensed. The whelp was lucky that another had come to his rescue. Otherwise, Squall would have given him a nasty scar to remember him by. He eyed this grey dame, her silver eyes infuriated. With a huff, he kept his stance. If they chose to double team him, then he'd have to use speed and agility instead of strength. Though the smaller one might not be much of a problem, save for her size.


Squall's feature was replaced with his usual grim expression. He turned his head away, cutting eye contact with her. He didn't like to fight she-wolves...he always avoided it if he could, and if ever came a time he couldn't avoid it, then he ended it as quickly as possible and went on his way. Not many understood why he disliked it. To him, it was because of Ellone. She had been his only friend during his childhood, and had always been nice to him. He preserved and cherished those memories, and so he didn't want to taint them by spilling the blood of a female. He huffed, his stance as stiff as board. He would avoid fighting with her if he could...but that stare. So intent on him..for once, it made him feel like a pup that got into trouble.