hale cometh down upon our spines

He snarled back at her as she mentioned Vidarr not giving him a den. Implying she needed people to give her things, that she couldn’t survive without charity. He could, and would, make it on his own. He would prove that to everyone here. That he would fight for every scrap he got. Just as he had fought for her satchel, and for the kill that the leaky pup had been standing over when he first came to this wretched mountain.

He snarled at her as she moved forward, and kicked snow over the tiny embers of his fire. He bared his fangs, lowering his head threateningly. There had been no way it was an accident, she had done that on purpose. he promised her, a small, malicious smile finding root on his muzzle.

Yeah, there was no way either of them were leaving this outcropping without a fight. He could see she was bristling with the need for one, and he just wanted to make her work for something. He wanted to see her do stupid, manual lifting. To try and coax a flame from nothing in a freeing, hailing day. He waited until she took another step, and then he moved. Lunging at her as he attempted first to ram his cheek-spurs down into her forehead. He knew better than to bite her, so instead he attempted to smack her shoulder with his paw at the same time.

Astraios vs Delphi for Reparations
Round 1/?
Age: Under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Cheek Bone Spurs (Offensive)
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter

Total: 1069

"Speech"