Bite into me HARDER

Now Felicien was no fool; he’d been aware of the presence of another following him for a little bit. She stalked closer, ever closer, and her heat was a dead giveaway of where she was and the type of hormonal mood she might be in. He was older, a bit wiser perhaps, and certainly ready for whatever this female might throw at him. Her movements were heavy, almost like that of a novice fighter. Perhaps that too could be attributed to the fact she was in a rage, or, maybe she simply lacked the sufficient training to know how to keep her emotions in check and maintain her stealth.

He’d had an ear cocked back, waiting for her move, and when she came Felicien dug his back paws into the earth, threw his weight back, and then threw it forward from his hind legs in a massive leap. He could hear the female’s fangs clicking closed on the open air as he spun in a semi circle to face her. A brow was arched, silvery-gray eyes showing a slightly amused expression on the male’s face. He even smiled at her, though truthfully Felicien felt cold.

He felt ready.

This was all but a mask, an act, before he slipped into his mercenary persona and took this lady down a peg or two. Unlike the female who was interested in the fact that they were roughly the same height Feli cared little. An opponent was an opponent regardless of size… and she’d made herself one.

“Temper temper little girl. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?” Felicien cocked his head ever so slightly to the side, feeling the thrill before battle settling in. He was easily three or four times her senior… and he doubted, severely doubted, that she could match him in a scuffle. Hell, he’d even put his bets on Mara against this kid. At least he knew his apprentice, lazy or not, had the right training.