09-07-2012, 09:53 PM
The female's reaction to his presence was natural, having probably picked up his scent at the same instance he picked up her own, a distance before they even saw each other. His own frame stiffened at her challenge, body low to the ground. The possessiveness he did not care for. He had no need for her prey, he was not hungry. He could bring down his own kills. Tharin partly turned his head, his single ear remaining trained on her as he showed his lack of care for the meal that she had been busy scarfing down. He didn't need it.
Her expression told him all he needed to know. She was refusing to leave, despite his demands. Growling he moved closer, raising his frame. He was bigger and stronger. He had a pack at his call. Proud he paced a short distance before her before halting, closer than he had been before, a short display calling her out on her challenge. Did she really think she could win against him? Tharin could take an injury. His pack would bring food for him. All it would take for her was a single injury to make catching prey more difficult, and leave her weak and starving on her own. It would be better if she left. If she attacked, Tharin would not hold back.
Her expression told him all he needed to know. She was refusing to leave, despite his demands. Growling he moved closer, raising his frame. He was bigger and stronger. He had a pack at his call. Proud he paced a short distance before her before halting, closer than he had been before, a short display calling her out on her challenge. Did she really think she could win against him? Tharin could take an injury. His pack would bring food for him. All it would take for her was a single injury to make catching prey more difficult, and leave her weak and starving on her own. It would be better if she left. If she attacked, Tharin would not hold back.