Could he not see? Was he not satisfied with the display that the white pelted creature gave? Minos was simple, simple minded and though his blood was no longer the simple thing that it once had been he still knew not the possibility of it. And his display hid no intension that was wrong; it was transparent and as clear as his coat. Still the other male was not satisfied. The growl was wrong, but Minos had not been able to stop it. It was only a warning, a small hope to show that the dark patched wolf should stay away. The snout was close, the teeth filling his yellow eye’s view, and making the fur along his own spine rise. The tension was tangible, but the tension in Minos’ form was even tighter, weighing him down into a crouch.
It came from his gut, a gnawing knotted feeling that he only assumed was the powerful fear that came to him at moments such as this. But, it began to fill him. Cramping his muscles, turning them to fire and causing him to cringe with a thicker meatier growl rattling from his throat. What was happening was unknown, his mind wrapped entirely around the mouth that was reaching for his yellow eyes. Minos backed away, turning his head and closing his eyes for a mere second. Light shown behind his eyelids, his skin stretching and sending the pain to every inch of his lean body.
The change happened, beneath the jaws of the dark wolf, whose teeth scrapped across his turned face and touched the sharp edge of his jawbone. It was fast, though brewing ever since the other had approached him with such hostility. It hurt, but the male was not new to pain. Mino grew, and a howl came from his maw as he swung his now larger head towards the other male. He stumbled back, breathing heavily and yellow eyes blazing.