Ha! I had won! My sharp teeth had got a hold of his paw, and I feel a playful growl zipping in the air from my throat. I am excited! My dark hackles are slightly raised as my heart pumps thrilling adrenaline. I tug on him, my grey paws pulling back in the soft snow. I knew I would have to be quick though. Rarely does a target every sit still and let me chew on them like a new, fresh bone from a kill. I begin to salivate as I taste his fur, not from any cannibalistic thing, but simply just happy to get my teeth into something...anything!

And the boy does move, his own red head flipping around his body towards me. I am sure he wants to bite me in return, which is completely fair. His eyes seemed to glow green with rage as he turns, but I am not phased by such aggression. Maybe I was ignorant at the time, or maybe I just simply did not care. I do not return with a snarl as his paw leaves my lips. I am silent as I attempt to jump back, his own form coming at me.

I am a creature most lithe and light. I am built to move quickly, at least that is what I am told. I am, sadly, naturally more delicate in nature, despite the spitfire persona that inhabits my body. I try to move, my form getting interrupted by his own fangs on the back of my neck. I do not hesitate or cower through. I immediately go for his shoulder with my jaws. I do not realize the little personal revelation he may be having, and quite honestly, I do not give an elk's ass. I am here to tackle, to move and pounce. And that is what I do.

He takes a step back, but I am relentless. I drive forward again, landing on my grey paws as I snap at his shoulder again. I try to bite down, softly, but again not to the point of bleeding. I will be rough, with my whole frame's momentum trying to crash into him. I am, however, small, but it does not mean that I lack the power to topple him over, and that is what I intend to do! If I succeed, I will continue to chew on his shoulder, and if I don't..well, lets just say that shoulder WILL be mine!