I lost the old me that knew how to trust, crossed over coldly burned hope into dust

He didn't like her tone. Though he had to admit, she was a spitfire. He snarled in retaliation to her words, not quite realizing that they did cut a little. He did miss being in a pack, and held some anger that Aerie had disbanded in both forms it had been in. Had he done more to help, perhaps his family wouldn't have dispersed. Maybe the pack would have still stuck it out. He didn't know. Her words stung though, and it only served to piss him off.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't realize he probably picked the wrong opponent. She had moved just enough to align their shoulders, the pair colliding, though his fangs missed their mark. He was inexperienced when it came to fighting, that much awareness he had, at least. And now that he was closer, he could smell a strange scent coming from her. A scent that was vaguely familiar, and one he hadn't smelled since Aerie. Shit. He got distracted enough to the point he forgot to pay attention to where the girl's teeth were, and by the time he realized, he felt them close around his left foreleg, and the limb was pulled beneath him.

Widow's tactic had been successful, and he lost his balance and nearly fell face first, but had managed to twist himself to where he fell sideways. Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. As a last-ditch effort, the Saxe male lunged toward her, teeth seeking to grab anywhere he could while he kicked up and out with his hind foot, hoping to kick her throat or face to make her back off and give him some room to get back to his feet.

Ravage vs Widow for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual