Make Me A Poster Of An Old Rodeo [Björn]

Björn quirks his head to the side, curious as the uncanny valley wolf speaks. Maned wolf. Well, if nothing else, he'd learned something new today. Little time to dwell on it, as she springs into action. These are the things he lives for.

Hackles up, shoulders forward, drawing to his full height-- Björn is ready. More than ready. As the not-wolf charges him, he lowers his antlered head. Though teeth would find purchase on his side, he takes the close quarters as an invitation.

Swinging to toss his head with intention, an effort to nail the woman with his antlers in retaliation. Björn would do what he could to maintain contact, and not let her widen the gap as they locked in combat. Gathering in his hindquarters and throwing out a foreleg, it's in an effort to rise up and sling it over the woman's shoulder. A risk, but hell, what is he without risk?

"Björn"