Respect is given to those that deserve it. The obsidian beast did not flinch when he snarled at her while she kept her back to him. His presence had not been wanted nor welcomed and so she did not bother to turn and allow him any sort of acknowledgement. Every creature is capable of fear. Only the dead and those that have become fear have absolutely nothing to worry about. With the feeling of fear comes weakness and trailing right behind it is the whispers of death. As she moves closer within the den, dark paws left heavy prints within the dirt, cold eyes glowering at the hellion. It was not in her way to acknowledge personal space. She was far to use to destroying that invisible bubble with all her interactions be it to kill or to threaten. Black lips pulled back as she silently showed the male her own sharp weaponry, clearly mimicking his show, the girl incapable of backing down. There was no room within the mouth of the cave that would allow the she-wolf to dodge and when he lunged at her his teeth would grasp her muzzle, briefly, but it was enough to ignite the slow fuse burning within her. With a vicious snarl she lunged at her own immobile target, the male still lying down unable to dodge her, as she too nipped on his muzzle showing him clearly that she would not tolerate his actions nor obey him. Unable to do any more damaging harm she would have to suffice with the nip, feeling her way through to see if there was some way she could snuff out her other half. However, due to their connection she desired to be close to him, and standing in front of him just wasn’t enough, once more she moved closer and laid herself down in front of him blocking the only exit.

Harsh sapphires were locked on those deep pools of emerald as she stared at him intently. This feeling was completely perplexing. Her satisfaction of being close to him seemed completely unattainable. Ebony paws were only a few hairs from his own as her dial remained erect, those audits twitching as a low growl rumbled within her chest. Inhaling softly she caught his scent and it seemed oddly comforting, just slightly. Both their heated breaths seemed to swirl around the two. Eyes would begin to narrow as she heard his hoarse voice hiss out. After his singular word her dial would tilt to the side in an inquisitive manner to see if he would even elaborate. Yet the next words that manage to slide out are answered by a low growl that was deafening within the cave. That he was waiting for her only so she was dead and her corpse could be used as food was insulting. Sharp teeth were barred once more her entire form shaking with trapped fury. As his skull moved towards her she notice his nose twitching and unable to control herself one massive paw came up and swung at him. Should her paw meet the side of his face or not, it did not matter, because her warning was quite clear – to stay away. The only scent he would be able to detect was the fact she was female, she roamed through the other loner lands, and she herself was feeling a bit ravenous. It had been awhile since she actually had a decent sized meal. Lips parted as her venomous cold lyrics slipped out slowly, noticing how her words seemed to ‘hurt’ him.

“If you are hungry you’ll have to get food, because I am not dying.”

Her ears would lace back tightly against her skull a clear sign that she was in an irritated state. Neither seemed capable of forcing the other to back down. Both were dominant and when it came to push to shove or bites and snarls neither one would bow down to the other. All these years of being alone forced her independence to be far too strong that any influence of power or control had no effect on her. But even with all those years of her aloofness it did not destroy the last shred of desire to at least connect with another. Now that her soul had a match each day she was not near him she had to fight her will to stay away and it only got harder each time he made his presence known around her. As of now though this small shred of her rather enjoyed being within his presence allowing that part to be sedated. He would catch her attention though when he began to stutter, his words seemed choked out, but his silence was not ruined by an elaboration. Her thick plume would slide over the dirt behind her in a tense manner, hackles remained bristled, as she softly inquired, eyes narrowed with scrutiny.

“Who or what do you not hate?”