Messing with the wrong one

She chuckled at his response and smirked before giving her muzzle another lick. It would take far more cleaning than it had him to get rid of all the blood that had been splashed onto her form, but she didn’t exactly mind the mess. Any good and exciting fight was surely going to leave some blood behind. If it didn’t then someone wasn’t fighting correctly. At least it seemed like he was someone that knew how to have a good time so there was no fear of him being the boring, uptight sort.

She laughed lightly when he questioned if picking fights with polar bears was something she did often and she gave him a wicked grin in response. ”Well… I can’t say it’s not something I do fairly often,” she replied with another chuckle. ”Though, to be fair, it started it. I just needed to finish it… This time at least.” It had gotten to the point that if she wasn’t fighting something equally dangerous as herself then it was just boring and she didn’t want to waste her energy on it. Plus, there was plenty of supplies she could harvest from this polar bear so it wasn’t like its life was going to go to waste.

”Well, Aurorion, that was awfully fun, but…” she gave him a challenging glance and a smirk, beginning to settle into a more defensive stance as she faced off with him. ”I haven’t had a good fight with another wolf in a very, very long time. Perhaps you’ll indulge me? Maybe we can see if your streak of leaping onto your opponent’s backs continues when we’re done…”

Manea