Despite her clever display there is an air of cautiousness to the male. No doubt he has had many years of dealing with the subterfuge of other wolves. For half a second Arace feels a moment of doubt - he certain seemed much older than the brother she was told. But then she decided better safe than sorry! And thus she goes in for the kill, her slender muzzle warped into a visage of furious glee. It is safe to say that Arace loves the thrill of this. The way power surges from her hips and thrusts her like an earthquake at the male. I'm Sleek, he had started to say, and somewhere in her mind it clicks. I wasn't certain of my brothers name but I knew it was not Sleek anything just as sure as I knew, now, this male was not him. But there was little stopping now.

He is quick to turn himself but no quick enough to get out of the way. She had made it almost impossible for such a feat anyways and sacrificing a shoulder instead of a throat was the best way to go about it. Arace could easily pull back now that she knew she was wrong but she can't quite stop herself. She is on autopilot, the adrenaline pumping and the need to scrap burning through her. So she bites down into his shoulder, ears pressed back to her skull. Up he goes, driving her as well, and she crowds into him to try and throw off his aim. Still, his teeth latch on to her neck and she snarls into his shoulder, gnawing hard into it a moment before he throws her off.

She tumbles over backward, twisting and turning until she scrambles to her claws with her head angled low and yellow eyes watching him with an undisguised intensity. His tail rises and her own responds, her body instinctivly disregarding his own dominant posture. Challenging it. But she does not attack again. "I am nobody to you and you are nobody to me. Not the one I'm looking for. I'd apologize for your shoulder, but I'm not really sorry," she says, her musical voice having turned into something hard and calm. She flashes him a saucy grin, backing up slowly without looking away from him. "Stay strong, handsome," she says a moment before she spins and darts off down the slope, scattering the deer in the meadow nearby with bleats of fear. She is willowy and long legged, eating the ground with swiftness. Her body sings with the rush of the fight and her neck prickles with phantom pain of the bite given to her. Yet she feels ALIVE.