Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
10-29-2018, 06:42 AM
She couldn’t help the grin that spread over her dark features as the assaulted male took no time in agreeing with her. Play wasn’t in her vocabulary, but it was because she never had more fun than when she was shedding the blood of her enemies. The darker male took her as a target while the lighter wolf kept his attention on the yearling. Eisleif instinctively pinned her ears to her skull and narrowed her eyes to slits. The fur on her back went up as she revealed her gleaming white teeth to her opponent. Her elbows and knees bent and she evenly distributed her weight between all four legs. She tucked her chin and rolled her shoulders forward, with her stub of a tail she didn’t get much added balance but still she tucked it close to her body to protect what she could. Her claws gripped the earth as her opponent charged at her menacingly. The rest of the world disappeared and for a few moments only she and this thug Josah existed. He ate up the ground like it was the kill he was trying to steal. Eisleif was lighter and faster though. The male attempted to barrel his chest into her waiting right shoulder, with practiced grace Eisleif sidestepped. He brushed her striped right hip as he tried to grab at her haunches with his iron like jaws. She barely slipped past him, but her right hind leg was caught up by his left sideswipe. Eisleif stumbled slightly as she turned around 180 degrees. Ruthlessly she aimed for the Achilles tendon on his right hind leg. Wanting to wrap her top and bottom jaw around the leg and pull as she followed up with a slam into his inner right thigh with the middle point of her left shoulder. In addition she would attempt to use that same left paw to wrap around the inner base of his paw and completely pull the leg from underneath him. |
