GET UP POTTER!

He grunted in his efforts, but felt immense satisfaction when his hind paws met their mark. She seemed to recoil after he kicked her nose and even more so when his shoulder met its mark on her belly. Perhaps being small worked in his favor after all! She seemed to be having trouble reaching him! His teeth, however, clicked shut on empty air but that didn't stop him. When she turned and sought to throw her weight on him along with biting him, he felt her hot breath on the back of his neck. Thinking quickly, he flipped onto his back just as her jaws closed, feeling fur some fur being ripped from his nape but he managed to avoid it in the nick of time.

He would retaliate by aiming another violent kick at her windpipe this time, his own jaws opening as he lunged his head towards her own for a collision course to bite her already bruised nose in an effort to make her back off.

His tactics and quick thinking seemed to work in his favor, however, and the albino girl did back off. The tang of blood and victory boosted him even more when finally, the bitch seemed to pass out.

He quickly rolled onto his feet, hackles raised as he stood there waiting for her to fake him out and attack him again but...she didn't. 

He had won.

He let out a victory cry, stamping his feet on the ground before turning his attention back to her. "Ah don' know wha' yer problem is bu' dontche think fer another momen' tha' ah'll let ye get one over on me!" He spat in her direction as fierce amber gaze remained on her. "An let it be known ye just got yer arse kicked by a wee pup! An' ye best start te remember the name Gimli, coz I'll give ye another what fer an' I won't go easy on ye next time!"

Would he shove this victory in her face every chance he got? Yes. Would he brag about it to anyone who would listen? Also yes. After all, he had bested someone older than him. Bigger than him. Someone who came to destroy his property. And he won. It was his first stepping stone to becoming the warrior he wanted to be. First, it was the wild cat that he had defeated with his brother. And this time, it was another wolf. One who thought they could pick on him and push him around. He shook out his already ruffled fur and felt the soreness on the back of his neck from where she had ripped fur out, but the satisfaction of his victory would soon override any amount of pain he felt.

He "hmphed" as he debated waiting to see if she would wake up and slink off with her tail between her legs, or if he should just kick dirt on her and go his merry way. He was annoyed that she thought he'd be an easy target in the first place...

Not today, satan.