Get me, Grimoire’s deranged mind chorused in five languages when she felt the explosive change in the former alpha’s control to her simple phrase. Her muscles shivered when he stepped towards her, and she reveled in the weight his paw created. Her eyes gleamed with childish admiration of the might. However, he held it. Grimoire’s heart contracted while her eyes expressed the desolation of her mind. Her bottom lip tightened against her top him. He was dangling the magnitude of his glory just outside of her reach.

His head lowered to disengage her attachment to his heart cavity. And when her sigh line was broken, it seemed Tithe reined his true aggression and shoved it away while his paws tried to clear his ears. Grimoire’s pouting swirled into fascination. He was broken, she realized. Grimoire wasn’t entirely certain the severity of his condition, but it was clear to her that he was disassociated with parts of himself. The fact that she could recognize it meant it at least severe enough to cause serious malfunctions in his mind.

The massive wolf’s unpredictable nature caused her to marvel at his movements with a purely uncertain, though seduced expression. Then, like a cannon, he launched himself at her. If he were under the illusion that she even had the option to dodge, then he was more removed from himself than he realized. In the second it took from him to catapult towards her, she managed only to swipe the bones out of his path and place her leg in it instead.

Whether or not hr bit her was up to his self control, but the uncontrolled momentum of his body rammed into her full force. Grimoire’s 120 pound was shoved like a pillow off of a bed. She managed to stay upright by the fortune of agile foot work, and she side stepped wildly out of his way and again, protectively over the knuckle bones he wished to retrieve. Grimoire shook her head to rid herself of being stunned, and she turned her mind to the snarling face of Tithe. She unleashed her own skill with an unpleasant whir in her throat.

The brutality of shear strength she lacked, but there were other effective ways of battling. Her mouth dodged down, and snapped up the remaining bones. And she leaped away from him, and weaved her muzzled in a silent taunt. Come get back these symbols, Grimoire wished, and she danced backwards on her paws, her heart thudding with pleasure.