Just Talkin' To Myself, Don't Mind Me

Oh he didn’t have time for games, did he? Well wasn’t that too bad. Mad’s crooked smirk stretched across his face. “You say those words as if we were giving you a choice, wolf.” Another cackle fell from the lips of the brown vessel as Mad began to edge closer to the naturally colored male. “...you could… always feed this vessel to them. Though… you do not look like you are friends of the cannibalistic king we were once with.” The green eyes of the wolf danced wildly, his tongue moving across Kait’s lips.

“...although… if you don’t make the first move… perhaps we will.” Mad came to stop before the male, dropping down to a defensive stance. It wasn’t all that impressive stance considering her size versus his own, but all the same Mad prepared Kaitlyn for attack. Her fur raised along her hackles, ears pinning and eyes narrowing as he bent his knees at the joints. He raised Kait’s tail like a banner behind her, lowering his head to align with his spine.

“Go ahead and break this body, boy!” Mad snarled, lunging headlong at the larger wolf. Jaws parted, Mad attempting to close the distance first before attempting to clamp his jaws down upon his left forepaw’s ankle and sink in those little teeth. One way or another he’d get what he wanted.