Flames of Power

He came to her like a freight train, all muscle and vehemence. Instead of backing down as any sane wolf would, she squared her shoulders and anchored herself before him. The quick snaps of his teeth echoed in the night, returning fire, she charged him. Her front legs splayed to keep her balanced as she answered with her own clacking jaws in the air beside his face. She would not make contact with him unless he did, this was a test and she could smell it. As he spoke, she felt her ears slide forward, captivated by his language even as she was repelled. His tone suggested filth, his very posture meant challenge and her blood seared her veins as she was white washed with outrage.  Her easy smile disappeared, Vianni showing her weaponry as he snapped his reply. In true fashion, her tail shot to the heavens, a clear cry of the true dominance in her line. She flexed and arched her neck, limbs going stiff even as she found herself excited by him.

It was the first time a male made her respond in such a fashion, and she had been so focused on him, she hadn't registered the other female until his smokey voice came again in the broken common tongue he used. Never once taking her eyes off the male, Vianni gave a simper and answered simply. "Vianni."  Corvus gave a small caw from below her, having hopped down once the snapping of jaws had commenced. From what he had said, his name was Albericht, if she heard correctly. It was a strong name, and foreign in her ears. The syllables reverberated through her mind amid whispers from her inner self. He would not see her back down, she was no mortal to be pushed around. If she had to prove it, so be it, she would prove it. She would taste him, sooner or later.