The woman was thirsting for a spar. A fight. To taste blood slide down her broad throat. She was a massive being. A scary Wolf. One of huge statures. Fort inches flat. Huge masses of muscle and skin. The girl would look of a male at first glance but she moved like an elegant being. Each step was dramatic and dark. Each word was worse. Her tones were stitched with a horrible glorified darkness. The woman heard a call from a blood thirsty boy within the battle lands. The Saxe vixen sauntered that way with ease. Her tail was high and her head higher to show that she was indeed the dominant one. Yet, as she arrived her eyes fell upon a black and gold creature. A male. The female eyed him up and down shamelessly, observing his rather nice size. The purple hued bitch moved about eight feet away and stopped. Her paws dug into the earth below. "We shall fight, boy." A little snarl would grow upon her lips. Her voice would emit once more. "My name is Nausica Saxe. Just so you know who is about to crush you." The woman was a bitch indeed. Though, she would let forth another round of horrible words. ""I shall let you have the first move." The woman would wait for him to act.
