A surge of triumph flared through Loki as his jaws closed on the smaller female's scruff. She twisted her body as if moving her hindquarters away would make any difference to the outcome, but Loki wasn't ruffled by it. A sharp, if muffled, laugh issued from his fur-filled muzzle. "Did you really think you could outrun me?" he mocked, his words garbled by the hold he had on her but still recognizable. The female was twisting desperately in his grasp, jaws snapping without direction, provoking another chuckle out of him. "You think to best me like that?"
Her thrashing jaws connected violently with the front of his shoulder, slashing it deeply before her jaws met. Loki made a sound that was half yelp, half snarl and pure indignant fury. Still bleeding from his younger brother knocking him down, this new wound was like a deliberate insult to him. He'd been playing before, toying with her to make himself feel better, but now things were serious.
Loki settled into a stronger stance before thrashing his head viciously, intending to use his grip on the little female to pull her free of him and shake her up. Pulling her loose would likely mean tearing his shoulder up more, but Loki was past caring. He'd been hurt, he'd been humiliated, and he'd been disrespected, and he had had quite enough. Many of those who had wronged him were far beyond his reach, but this girl was here and she was at his mercy, and she would be the one to pay for it.
"Speech"
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