Blood flowed freely from his wounded shoulder as he cast the shewolf aside, his own fangs leaving bloodied trails in the fur of her nape. But she was quick to regain her footing, spinning to keep herself facing him as his body rose to the challenge, clearly indicating he would not be easily overcome. She, too, rises, her tail flung high and body held ready for him should he come at her again. And yet his words seem to keep her at bay. Though his questions were unanswered, she did not launch a second assault. Something he'd said or done had swayed her need to attack. Sleekwing's eyes narrowed, watching her, careful to make sure this was not another ploy to fool him into thinking she would not attack. He was prepared for whatever she might throw at him, and ready to attack her first if need be.

There is something sadistic to her tone, the lightness with which she spoke of having attacked a wolf who was not he who she sought revealing a morsel of who she was as a wolf. Though she might not be one of the cannibals that wrought havoc in the freelands - despite whatever claims made that they were 'contained' in the fields to the north - she was a reckless wolf with the desire to kill. The assassins of Moladion were few and far between these days, and she certainly didn't look like she belonged to the Angel clan. Besides, there was an age old alliance between the two families - for one of theirs to attack one of the Mountainborn family would be a great transgression. But if she was not after him, then who? He was about to ask, despite the fact that she was clearly not interested in divulging any information to him, but then she turned on her heel and dashed away.

Immediately he set off after her, unsatisfied with the answers he had received. He chased her, but she was younger, built lighter and with long legs that gave her speed as she fled. The deer scattered and fled, and still Sleekwing gave chase. Even as the gap between them increased he continued to follow her, until the dull ache in his shoulder became a roar of protest and he finally slowed to a stop. He watched her retreating form for a moment longer, then lifted his head and howled. It was a howl to warn her never to return here, and a howl to inform the pack of an attack on one of their own. He would make sure her scent was known to the pack - and if she ever dared to return to Spirane's borders, she would be taken prisoner.