i can promise no harm will come

Gavroche couldn’t recall a time where he’d ever been so angry. Even when he had been scooped from Ethne’s land by a hawk, and almost made a meal of, he hadn’t felt this sort of fire in his belly. But looking at this colorful girl, listening to her giggle and mock good deeds and kindness to just… hurt and do what she wanted, made him feel sick. Her views were eye opening for the yearling, of the way others might think, of what others might do to his pack and family. In his eyes Ethne wolves were good, the sort to help anyone if they just asked. If they were seen as weak for that, and wolves would still try to hurt them, then he’d join his pack in standing up to bullies like this! His green cat eyes narrowed, the pupils sliding into slits. It seems his own declaration has angered the girl in front of him as she stands and towers over him.

Gav doesn’t flinch. He lifts his gaze, ears pinning flat against his skull as some of her drool falls in front of him. She is confident, cocky, but Gavroche won’t give her the satisfaction of some easy victory. He wasn’t lying when he mentioned not having much in the way of fighting skill… but he would do what he could to make her think twice about her ways! The girl before him swings and Gavroche lurches forward in the same breath. Even as it comes crashing down on his back, sliding over his wings and rump, the yearling pushes through the pain with a grunt. It causes him to stumble, pain radiating through his back end. She hit pretty hard! He was going to feel that later… but for now… that doesn’t matter. Gavroche is trying to dip under her.

Gav keeps his wings close to his body, his dexterous paws gripping at the earth below the bigger girl. Head turns upward as his fangs seek to clamp down on the soft flesh between her left foreleg and belly. He wants to clamp down and hold, much like he did to that dumb bear, in hopes that she’d jump around squealing in pain just as much as he had.

"Speech," 'Thought.'