fight or flight

Deathbelle felt her attack land, and her amethyst eyes didn’t miss as the other she wolf took her opportunity to jump back into the fray. The Klein woman hadn’t seen her circle around, but she was glad she did. With both attacks combined the mountain lion felt the odds shift away from his favor. Blood fountained into the air and fell on Belle’s form. It stood out against the white of her ear in a macabre decoration. She shifted gracefully, avoiding another close call with their heavy opponent. The cat did not wish to see an encore presentation. With all haste the beast regained its large paws beneath it and raced away from the wolves. Belle followed after a few paces, her teeth snapping before she halted.

The Klein woman returned her features to the snow wolf who had been in a bit of trouble when she had arrived. Belle watched her from atop her sculpted nose. The she wolf thanked her, but turned to go. Deathbelle couldn’t help but to scoff at the behavior. ”I saved your life and all you’ve got is a ‘thanks?” The alabaster splattered woman drew herself up, having no difficulty looking down her nose as she eyed the stranged. ”Not even a name to call upon when the favor needs returned?” Ivory tail twitched in agitation at her ankles, not as impressed with the stranger as she had hoped.


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