He was unrelenting, this strange wolf who wanted so much to die. So much so that it was enough to give her slight pause and thus he won out in his opportunity. With a larger and heavier frame, her movement is slightly slower than his and coupled with her hesitation the pack wolf hits his mark to grasp the jaw. However, because there is about a 25 lb difference between them, dark heavy set paws dipped in liquid crimson dig into the soil and hold their ground. It is not just dirt here, though, and while Sore held her ground well enough, it wouldn't be long before she began to slip. His teeth had dug into what little flesh she had on her jaw and into the meat of her throat, and she hated the vulnerability of it. That and the sensation of blood soaking her fur and dripping down below them. She had to act and fast. And unlike the wolves of this strange land, self preservation was key to her survival. Pack mentality would get her killed, much like the pack wolf in front of her trying to kill her.

It would never dawn on her that he was only defending himself against her onslaught- it wasn't the way her mind worked. Sore simply saw what was in front of her and acted upon it, call it the difference between feline and canine or perhaps just the differences in personality themselves. The immense desire to kill him and make him pay was vanishing rapidly, and it was like the flip of a switch in the manner that she yanked herself from him and gave not a single glance back. The pack wolf could growl and give chase all he wanted, but Sore was no longer interested in him but instead concerned about herself. These wolves were crazy and otherworldly to her, and never once did it dawn on her that that was their own perception of her. She would still cull them, any one of them that stood in her way- except for that black wolf with the red mohawk and bright green eyes.

Something about him unsettled her, and though she did not know what it was, she wanted to avoid it, and him, at all costs. Like most realisations, it would never dawn on her that he was her first experience with a true pack wolf, and that his dedication and commitment to his fellow pack is what frightened her. The hierarchy of the clans she belonged to had been nothing of the sort, and each individual had their mentality of every one for themselves. These wolves were a whole different story in their actions and Sore truly had no idea just what she was getting herself into.