Machidael is by me!
Loner? Machidael missed a beat at the word, the snarl pausing in motion for a moment as he worked it out. He recognized "fucking" as a derivative of the word he so enjoyed employing, but the second was lost on him. Loner? Lone? Alone? Did she mean to insult him by calling into question his unaffiliated status? The russet hybrid's snarl remained through a cruel, barking sort of laugh, one that emanated low in his throat and was gravelly with derision.
She was quick to fly back with the spear in his hand. She'd seem him throw, and she must understood. The rust-hued hybrid scowled and cocked his hand back as if making to launch the thing at her. He stood with his opposing shoulder facing her, taking a few steps back of his own accord. His throws were strongest from a middling distance, and though he could not retreat from his bag without endangering its contents to put himself in optimal range, he could still threaten to do so.
Fuck off! he again barked. No kill, he promised, though he silently added (and in Arabic, naturally), this time. He didn't really want to kill a coyote if they were, as Sebante said, the jackal of this continent -- even a coyote as miserably dull-witted as this earthen-hued woman. She would not even be any good for whelping young -- her children might inherit her wits. Maybe it would be best to put her out of life? Machidael grunted and made a fake with the spear, jerking his arm forward as if to throw it, but he did not release.
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