He was quick and silent as survival had taught him to be, and he was old enough to be advanced in this skill enough that even other wolves might find it difficult to know that he was there before he struck. As for a sickly distracted wolf? Covet didn't think the creature had much of a chance at all, to be honest. Of course he did find that it wasn't hunger that roared through him, but merely that aforementioned need to vent frustrations. And he was frustrated, though he was no likely to say so. It was all violence from here on out, to be sure. He did not feel like speaking words or holding any kind of conversation (unless the right critter came along, of course).

The yelp was pleasing to his ears, as was the taste of blood in his mouth from where he had bitten that crooked tail. Covet watches the male who turns to face him, noting that there was fight in this one, even if there wasn't strength to back it up. No matter, not really, to him. The comment is meaningless to him, Covet was too interested in the game he was playing. He watches the lunge and how it falls short, but Covet does leap closer to slash his claws at the male's eyes, darting with a low head around again to try and snatch at the male's tail once more. This time he'd try to tear it from the male's body -- or snap it off if he could -- and see where that got him. His defenses didn't waver where they did not have to; neck scrunched, shoulders pushed forward, legs spread evenly for balance and traction.

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