Whiskey on ice

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

The man was pushed to the back of her mind for a while as she got used to the more slippery footing but was quickly drawn back into the forefront of her mind as Recluse heard him speak up, his tone that of indignation. Recluse paused, pulling her gaze from her paws up to the mud-colored male. She narrowed pale cherry eyes and ran her gaze over the man as if really looking at him for the first time. In her quick assessment, she found him to be rather unremarkable, he was earth-colored which was in her opinion very boring and even from the distance between them she could tell she was taller than he was. A wicked grin spread across her face.

"Oh I'm sorry, I must have failed to scent your borders." She said, her tone made it clear she was anything but sorry, more mocking than anything else. "Or maybe they were just really weak? Which would make sense." She gave him a slow, deliberate look over, her head even moving as she did so. Recluse pushed her way across the ice towards the man. "If I'm in your space than make me move." She said, hoping to bump her chest into the smaller man, her voice just above a hiss. Her tongue slipped at her lips, and Lilith picked her head up from the wolf's skull, her tongue flicking almost threateningly. The last time Recluse had been in a situation like this she'd been out weighed, and she was hoping the man would rise to her challenge.

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Whiskey on ice

fighting seasonal prompt

Recluse