Too Much To Think

He had been so carried away with ripping the bird apart that he hadn’t even sensed the girl approaching him. Of course the damn girl was larger than him, no one here seemed to be smaller than him. The last thing he had wanted was to be approached, much less approached as rudely as the girl had. He looked at her over his shoulder with his only good, shinig, green eye, his brow drawn tight. “Da fook’s it look like?!” He snapped, raising his torn lip to show whatever fangs weren’t already visible, a snarl ripping from his throat, his hackles raising while his back was facing her. His tail bristled for a moment, his hips still reclined against the freezing, blood splattered, stones that lined the alcove.

She wasn’t that much larger than him, maybe a little heavier but the height difference was certainly manageable. He waited for her to make some kind of move, his muscles tightening as he prepared to spring up and fight back. If she had been looking for a fight she had found the perfect chance to have one. He was too far for anyone in The Crew to help him but with the mood he was in chances were anyone that stepped in would have just been in his way. The fact that the girl was in heat had completely flown over his head but if it hadn’t there was little chance it would make much of a difference.

This is him talking