can't sleep, countin sheep

Jupiter had sensed the stomp headed for his balls, but other than the anticipatory tensing which luckily for him took his foreleg out of line for her slash, there was nothing else he could have done aside from rolling away from the blow. His reaction was slightly pleasing in a strangely vindictive way—even if the yelp made her ears flatten from the pitch.

The snarled curses and insults to her honor she ignored, swaying back to avoid his lunge – and consequentially shoving her weight into her hind legs, which meant the paw still on his crotch probably slammed down again – before she made one of her own, aiming to slip her front half between his forelegs and slam her chest down hard to his brisket, nose coming close to his ear and baring those daggers around a hiss.

“I’ve just lost my mother, and my uncle and brother are missing, Jupiter. I am really not in the mood to bandy words while you are trespassing in my lands. So, if you would please get up and get back over the wall, I would be removed of the decision to geld you of the balls you so graciously presented to me when you rolled onto your back. Whatever drew you here, we can talk of it when you are on the other side of that wall. This is your only chance before I really aim to hurt you and regret it later. That, or I can call for a few friends of mine and you can just stay here for a year.”

However well-trained she was, her voice shook. Friend or not, she would hold true to her word if he didn’t get up. As Spirit, it was her duty to stand firm, even if he’d won in some way by breaking the far more dangerous chill. Hot, if reined in, anger was much safer than that cold rage. And even as she drew back to allow him that chance to flip to his paws, she snaked her jaws toward his belly to snap at him, and if he didn’t move, she aimed closely enough to score flesh.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think