He had to admit that there was a certain kind of thrill found in the fray; not only did the prey present itself as a threat but as did the woman attached to its front quarters. Snap and hiss as she liked, he was intent to at least get a piece of the action. Besides, he liked to imagine he needed the thrill and release a little more than a wolf of Diveen. Didn't she have enough slavers hunting for her already? He imagined such a comment should be kept to himself but it did not stop him from thinking it as she dashed behind him. For a moment, it left him wide open for the buck and with that in mind, he tightened his grip and pulled back even harder, hoping to force the buck to readjust itself footwork in order to stay upright. That, at least, should have kept it busy enough.

Admittedly, she was a fast creature though he supposed the sheer size she possessed allowed her to practically force the water away from her. Nonetheless, she gained quickly on the buck and within a few short seconds, it seemed she had a firm grasp on the creature's very neck. He could feel the strength leaving the leg he held, its kicks slowing and weakening as it slowly began to quiver and slacken. Strange, it was, to think whatever blood he had been tasting was now leaving at a separate location. Not so strange, though, was the crimson that seeped out into the water, washing pink onto the white of his fur.

Rather than loosen his grip however, he merely readjusted the position of his jaws to a higher location, seeking out the muscular rump before biting down hard. It would be easier to drag the prey out of the water this way, or at least steady it high enough on the rocks to prevent it from becoming a floating device (or sinking.) Though her eyes spoke of warning, he found himself hardly phased. Instead, his heart pounded with adrenaline as he pulled himself further up the bank, his nails scrambling to secure his position atop the smooth rocks. Only then did he direct his eyes to hers for certain, his lips pulled up into a half smirk.

"Interesting," he mused, a brow raised so slightly, "you could have drowned it, or beaten it into submission and yet, you chose a swift kill."

He paused once more, quietly appraising her as he moved to once more pull the buck upwards with a lurching step back.

"I hardly expected it."

Honestly, the last time he had met her had been under similar circumstances in a way - except, that time, he had been a prey of sorts. She had played a game and he had to wonder why she did not play it now. Who exactly was Diveen?