To her credit the snowy wolf doesn’t so much as blink an eye at the monsters show of dominance. The show, however, had been for her benefit and her unwillingness to accept the out of submission he’d tried to give her left him only one other option, to take her by force. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt another wolf, the well-being of others not a concern of his. These however, were not normal circumstances and to hurt the future carrier of his offspring would be counter productive. Yet the more she resisted him the harder it became for him to not resort to tearing into her. If she was bleeding and wounded he was willing to bet she’d be more docile.

Charging forward the monster misses his target, underestimating her exponentially. Mars feel her warm body push into his, moving him slightly before he plants massive paws in the earth stopping himself, and he laughs a low menacing sound. The behemoth had almost an extra hundred pounds on top of the females weight and wouldn't let her move him that easily, although he found her attempt amusing. It was somewhat endearing the way she thought she stood a chance.

The laughter is quickly replaced when his lifeless lavender eyes catch her coming for his face. Lifting his forelegs slightly off the ground to make himself even taller, Mars stands temporary suspended on his hind legs allowing Ailith to grab at the winter thickened fur on his neck. He is not inactive for long though and almost as soon as she makes contact Mars is pushing himself back a few steps away, ripping whatever fur her teeth held out. Let her have it, he would take all of that and more from her soon.

A growl leaves his lips, this one different from the previous ones. Before they'd been in warning, a cursory thing, to Mars they were a necessary part of communication. But this one was… this one was different. She’d gone for his face, his eyes. Fury fills him. He had tried to be nice and this is how she would respond. The audacity. He lunges forward suddenly aiming for her lower front right leg. Let the crazy woman grab all the fur she wanted from his back, he'd make sure to keep his head underneath her, close to her chest where her teeth couldn't reach his face. He’d destroy her limbs one by one if he had to. She wouldn’t fight if she couldn’t stand.