Rahovart was in a sour mood… but what a surprise that was, right? With her heat coming in fuller force the female had decided to take her raging hormones out on just about anything and everything she came across. These oaks, a place she’d claimed temporarily for herself for the season, bore marks of her aggression. Trees stripped of bark… bones littering the area from her prey… Raho did not want to be disturbed by anyone during this time. Her father was but one exception to the rule… or any of her family she supposed. But if a stranger dared show up… But when Rahovart caught the scent of a stranger several days after her father’s visit her lips curled into a snarl. Who dared to cross into her domain? Sure she was smaller than her father, some of her other family members, but she was by no means a weakling. This mortal, whomever it was, would pay for disturbing her. Her claws dug into the soil as she neared him, a man of monochrome colors. To her surprise he rivaled her in size… an equal match. But Rahovart wasn’t daunted by this. With a snarl she lunged for the brute’s left hind leg with open jaws, aiming to clamp down and make him regret daring to come here. Damn mortals had to learn their place. "Talk" "You" Think

Now Felicien was no fool; he’d been aware of the presence of another following him for a little bit. She stalked closer, ever closer, and her heat was a dead giveaway of where she was and the type of hormonal mood she might be in. He was older, a bit wiser perhaps, and certainly ready for whatever this female might throw at him. Her movements were heavy, almost like that of a novice fighter. Perhaps that too could be attributed to the fact she was in a rage, or, maybe she simply lacked the sufficient training to know how to keep her emotions in check and maintain her stealth.

He’d had an ear cocked back, waiting for her move, and when she came Felicien dug his back paws into the earth, threw his weight back, and then threw it forward from his hind legs in a massive leap. He could hear the female’s fangs clicking closed on the open air as he spun in a semi circle to face her. A brow was arched, silvery-gray eyes showing a slightly amused expression on the male’s face. He even smiled at her, though truthfully Felicien felt cold.

He felt ready.

This was all but a mask, an act, before he slipped into his mercenary persona and took this lady down a peg or two. Unlike the female who was interested in the fact that they were roughly the same height Feli cared little. An opponent was an opponent regardless of size… and she’d made herself one.

“Temper temper little girl. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?” Felicien cocked his head ever so slightly to the side, feeling the thrill before battle settling in. He was easily three or four times her senior… and he doubted, severely doubted, that she could match him in a scuffle. Hell, he’d even put his bets on Mara against this kid. At least he knew his apprentice, lazy or not, had the right training.

The fucking male didn’t just dodge her; he practically danced away from her jaws leaving them to click closed on the open air. Oh if that didn’t set Rahovart’s blood to boiling… The femme let out another annoyed snarl, fierce, yet dully colored, orange eyes shifting to the seemingly lifeless color of the brute’s eyes. The look on his face, that oh so amused look… He’d regret ever wearing it. Not that his words were earning him any points either. Treating her like a child… she was a no child… she was a Goddess, a Princess, and this man… he was nothing but the dirt beneath her claws.

“…and didn’t anyone ever teach you not to be a cocky old man?” Rahovart snapped, taking one step back as she lifted both head and tail into dominant positions. “You talk as if you’ve got something over me, mortal…” The femme’s lips lifted to reveal her fangs. She didn’t like his arrogance. “Perhaps someone should teach you your place.” Nevermind the fact he had outmaneuvered her at the first pass. She began to slip into a defensive position with her ears remaining flat against her skull, eyes narrowed, and the typical defenses one might expect from a taller, heavier wolf.

But this time Rahovart didn’t lunge for her opponent. No, she began to stalk around the monochrome senior, waiting for him to make the first move this time. She’d egg him on with her words… right into her waiting jaws.