I sure as well as not liking this little meeting more and more. This young boy was picking the wrong fight, that was for sure. My mother and father taught me not to take shit from no one, but I know how to handle a situation...usually. I tend to avoid any sort of confrontation and use some other tactics, but this...this was different.
He be showing me his fangs and I know to stand my ground, my white mohawk rising further. He then comes at me quick but I do not back down. I am larger than him, stronger than him, and I will not let him move me as he attempts to push me back and down with his forepaws. My stance held my ground, but perhaps I moved a bit from the impact, and his words made my own teeth flare from my lips.
Since I ensure that he does remain with paws upon me, but it is obvious he is wanting something...some sort of dominance game, to rise above me, but I will not allow it. Now, I don’t usually turn to fightin, but something you got to do what you got to do, and I can tell that my words will not get anywhere with him. He needs to be put in his place- and his place is not to be gettin all over me. Now my mother and father taught me a thing or two, and me and Undyne would do all sorts of practice as pups.
As I shake him I do not hesitate with my movement forward. My right shoulder seeks to come in contact with his left- and I choose to use significant force on this smaller male. Unfortunate it has to come to this- but he made the first move. I hope that my force knocks him away- or even better makes him stumble, even better better to fall over. I was not being nice and it should be significant. Either way, I face him directly- and perhaps we end up butting heads. I was giving him one warning- and it was to back off.
”Now you listen here, boy,” I say with my green and blue eyes lit with lightning. ”I am not yours, and you are going to back off and SCRAM ya hear?” I say, my voice more intense than ever. Being so close, many things come to my mind...first off, his scent. He smells of Glorall, and it be not wise of Glorall to mess with a ranked wolf of Iromar unprovoked. Second...and the second I do not like to think about, is that there is...something. No, I am not his, but I do think that...perhaps, the imprint thing has happened here. Regardless, imprinting as I was told affected the male more, and from what I was told, he tended to become what I needed him to be over time. Is this what I needed? Another challenge? Or perhaps they are all wrong about it. I snap my lips back over my fangs. At least I know I have this if he decides to press me further- Pine will have Eden answer for his actions, but I do not bring it up yet. My own tail is risen high and mighty. I am not in Iromar and this land I have to establish myself. Now I will simply see how he reacts and react accordingly. Maybe he has some sense in him to know that I am not backing down, and that his actions will not be tolerated further. Perhaps if we are indeed imprints like my gut is starting to scream at me, he will feel it too. But eh, those are only rumors, hm?