The reactions of women were always the same. They either fought or fled. The last had fled with a fear scent so strong it had nearly suffocated him. This one was the opposite; her teeth seeking his two-toned flesh in retaliation for his brute like actions. Ruger did nothing to dodge it. Her teeth could meet his flesh and he would not care. He only drove to slam his shoulder into her as she did, to push her towards the sea.
“Hurry along, woman. Before I feed you to the real wolves.” he growled out, his voice sounding more lupine than equine. It was in that moment he realized he was acting like his father. His hate for Felony only drove his temper, but it was too late for apologies now. The wolves in which he referred, the lagoon men, were always lingering nearby for those that were lost. They would need to get out of here before one decided to play along with this little game of keep away.
It did not matter what the mare did, Ruger did not give. He kept on until finally they set out to the salty waters and to the Thicket where he hoped another would be waiting on them.
((Sorry it took me awhile to post. I hope you don't mind how I wrote it, I thought we should go ahead and move to the Thicket.))