Spare a cup of sugar?

Dusk was never one to beat around the bush. They were here to complete a task so, the sooner they began that task, the sooner they would finish it. Fiery eyes fell upon the first wolf from the opposing pack and Dusk had her target. Rolling her shoulders, the obsidian woman loped forward. Hackles raised and her thick coat bristled. Teeth flashed in a snarl and ears pulled back for safety's sake.

Once she was near enough, Dusk leaped forward, using her powerful bulk to create some momentum. She aimed to slam her chest into that of the other wolf, jaws going wide in the hopes of sinking them into the left side of her opponents neck. She wasn't trying to do lasting damage, but she was definitely not afraid to do so, should the situation require it.


"Dusk"