09-13-2012, 11:37 PM
"You bitch," he laughed as he skidded to a testing his injured haunch. Luckily, the wound was shallow but was sure to smart tomorrow morning. He hated being the victim of first blood, but what was he to do. There was no real use dwelling in the past about such things. Grinning broadly, his face reflected that of cheeky indifference, "Is that all you've got? But other than that, I would love you rabbit because he woeful sister needs sustenance..." His simpering face lowered for a moment, masking his snarl, "And so do I!"
Launching himself again, he used a different strategy. He aimed low, clinching his teeth onto her shoulder and giving a full weighted push. Despite his girth, he had a fair bit of speed on his side. He attributed it to his recent travel and the exercise he put his body through at every hunt. Even if the deer was faster than him, he'd happily lope after it for hours on end until it was just too tired to go on. Helios had a bad case of following things until he just couldn't follow them anymore. Consequently, he had lost very few fights, due to the simple reason he was just unable to give up. Though he hailed from mild and domesticate roots, Helios embodied very little of his house pet predecessors.
Helios was wild and free, confident and loyal, more than enough to maintain a livelihood in the untamed Canadian wilderness. Crunching down tighter, he could taste the rusty flavor of blood on his tongue and just bit down deeper. Granted, this wolf was taller than he was and longer as well, given that she had a tail. What he lacked in sheer size he made up in strength and agility. His body was made for activity, a roiling mass of slavering fury.
Launching himself again, he used a different strategy. He aimed low, clinching his teeth onto her shoulder and giving a full weighted push. Despite his girth, he had a fair bit of speed on his side. He attributed it to his recent travel and the exercise he put his body through at every hunt. Even if the deer was faster than him, he'd happily lope after it for hours on end until it was just too tired to go on. Helios had a bad case of following things until he just couldn't follow them anymore. Consequently, he had lost very few fights, due to the simple reason he was just unable to give up. Though he hailed from mild and domesticate roots, Helios embodied very little of his house pet predecessors.
Helios was wild and free, confident and loyal, more than enough to maintain a livelihood in the untamed Canadian wilderness. Crunching down tighter, he could taste the rusty flavor of blood on his tongue and just bit down deeper. Granted, this wolf was taller than he was and longer as well, given that she had a tail. What he lacked in sheer size he made up in strength and agility. His body was made for activity, a roiling mass of slavering fury.