I keep my dangerous smile, watching as the male tries to keep the both of us in his gaze. Good luck wolf, you will need it. I focus on the dark male between my soul and I, rather than just my soul. Listening to his words, that awful label rolling off his tongue. I will have you know, I have only ever been with one male and he is about to rip out your throat. I growl darkly, lunging for the male not two seconds after Devil makes his initial attack, my movements forcefully delayed so that the male would be leaning back and away from Devil. I touch the wolf, my eyes catching my soul in motion and I smile, jaws snapping tightly around anything I can get my mouth on that isn't Devil. My mind won't focus solely on the wolf between us, instead every few seconds my eyes are drawn to him as he snaps and claws at the male. I work my jaws opening them wide before I dart my head down, aiming my fangs for the male's spine.

I want to rip the column from him, I want it separated from his body, but I will settle for simply rending the back. I do not speak anymore, I cannot, Devil's need for this has blended with my on in my heart and I am content to feed into this need. I stoke the flame, watching as he attacks the male with all the rage of a fully grown grizzly bear. My tail waves, yes I do find a rather fun notion about this sport, it is what I lived for before it all came down to Devil. I growl almost playfully, snapping my jaws at his hind legs, trying to cripple him before he can get in any bite on me, though I know this will not always be possible. I dart in and out of his reach, should he manage to escape Devil's flurry of jaws and paws, making sure to keep dancing away from the retaliation he should give me.