I had failed to notice the male wolf until he had jumped in front of me. Immediately, I crouched slightly, teeth bared, ready for if he chose to attack me. I’ve often found in my past that being collected and low to the ground gives me my best advantage in battle. Or at least a better point to launch myself from if necessary. Still, all he does is stand there and I force my muscles to relax. Better to let one of them make the first move. I make note of the female’s posture. Very interesting, what the appearance of the other male does to her. She recovers quickly, but still. Definitely something to keep in mind, this apparent connection between them.


My eyes turn back to the male as he speaks, a smirk playing around my face. I know he meant this as an insult to myself, but obviously he had been observing this female much as I had been. Oh how easy to turn this insult around. I turn my face into a mockingly concerned expression, bordering on condescending. “Now, really, referring to yourself as a ‘lower vermin’ is a bit harsh, don’t you think? I mean, everyone has confidence issues now and again, but really, don’t be so hard on yourself.” My eyes glint, the green pronounced against my black coat. They were really making this too easy on me. Two against one wasn’t really ideal, but finally, some fun.


My eyes shift to the female as she approaches and moves parallel to the male, although not directly next to him. Again, interesting. He is willing to protect her, and yet she is not willing to be near him. Perhaps this dynamic would keep them off balance. Well, that and the female’s pregnancy.


I continued to watch her as she moved around me, although I allowed her to pass into my blind spot to avoid taking my eyes off of the male. He was obviously the far more dangerous of the two. My ears flick back to her, hoping to be able to hear her movements, even if she wasn’t speaking. But then sure enough, she raised her voice, allowing me to pinpoint her position. Convenient. I chuckle lightly at her words.


“And how is it that you would make me feel such grief, whore?” My voice doesn’t hold any of the mockery that it did when I spoke to the male. Now it is pure disgust. “I have made sure that I have no sentimental connections to weaken me so.”


He tilted his head toward her as he spoke, still keeping watch on the male out of the corner of his eye. The wordplay was his game. If they wanted to escalate it into something more, they would be the ones to make the first move.

LOKI
. male . five years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn