Something something first impressions

The yelp his quills elicited from her was delightful! Rogue was no sadist, but he couldn't deny how pleasant it was to see the little heathen's brute tactics come back to bite her in the ass. Still, he didn't want permanent injury to be caused; they'd have to check to make sure she hadn't skewered her paw too severely afterwards. The tiny fae tried to recover and dodge him, but Rogue was like a boulder compared to her. Knocking into her and sending her tumbling had felt good, a proud princely smirk on the dire brute's muzzle as he turned to face his opponent once more. But she was quick—far quicker than he expected as she shouted at him and then Rogue felt a weight land on his side and stick. Claws and jaws biting hard down into skin and muscle, hard enough to draw blood as he yelped in pain and surprise. What the fuck was this little demon?! Part wolverine or something, or was she just rabid?

Rogue stumbled a bit as her weight hit him, but instead of taking the brunt of her assault this time, Rogue decided to go for broke and leaned into the momentum, toppling himself over and attempting to use the movement to roll them both across the sand. Hopefully he would be able to pin her beneath his much larger body in the process. He didn't want to smother her or anything, but hey, she chose to cling onto him like a spider monkey!

"Rogue Klein"