He snaps at her shoulder, if that's unclear. Figured it was the easiest place for the wounds we discussed.
She was an ignorant brat, as far as he was concerned. Even with her friendly stance there was no true submission—another joke, of course. Oh if only he had come with his arrows, he would have ended this from afar. Amber eyes gleamed sharply, hawkish around a red-splashed face. Instinctively, she should have known his aggression for what it was. The fact she did not marked her for what she was; a wolf pretending to be a coyote, a stupid thing more worried about her own enjoyment than that the rules and restrictions of what it was to function in a society based upon such laws.
“You have no respect for Inferni and we have no need for people like you,” he growled. After that there was no warning; he had little need to play games with her or listen to any false promises. Without a sound he rushed forward, moving low and fast to strike her shoulder. Two sharp slashes were delivered before he leapt back, as was the coyote way, and prepared for another attack. If she fled he would ensure her gone…and then go speak to those foolish leaders to ensure such a thing never happened again.
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