There were many things she was good at. Using words to her advantage, Matianak did what she did best. She placed the seed of doubt, of fear, just by a simple phrase that she knew would touch him deep within his core. It was always easy. Very rarely did the woman fail to maintain primary control of any situation she was involved in. Underidge may have been part of why she even existed today, but she was her own wolf. Today only proved it. She had not planned for any sort of fight today, but she practically relished in the gnashing of fangs.
Is this was her half-brother felt all the time? He was a creature of chaos by action. Now, she finally had a real taste of it. It was not her preference, but Matianak was definitely capable of holding her own. Most certainly capable of it now that her adrenaline had started to spike. She landed a lucky strike. The taste of blood was not foreign, but the taste of another wolf's was not quite what she had expected as Under's snout was sliced open beneath her fangs. It was different, though the tell-tale taste of iron was unmistakable. It was the sign that the beast you faced, regardless of species, was mortal and could be killed.
The grey woman could almost feel the fury emanate from the male. She had pressed all the right buttons. Mat had not backed down, and she had said all the right words. She is not so foolish as to relish in her successful bite. No, she knew she needed to expect teeth in return. Underidge did not disappoint. Oh yes, she dared. It was he who had given her the majority of her education, whether it was active or something she determined out of observation. Still, even a wolf grown was not as spry as when they were half the age. No longer a child, and a fair bit older than those in their ideal prime.
Matianak was quick enough to avoid losing an eye, or an ear for that matter. She jerked her head away, but only just so as Underidge had used his shoulder to push her. What may have staggered a smaller wolf, Matianak's height and long legs saved her. It resulted in more of a side-step than a loss of balance, but she had still been slowed enough that his teeth had found a mark when she moved her head. She could practically hear the grate of teeth against bone as Under's fangs nearly sheared through her scalp between her eye and ear. That was going to leave a scar.
The wolfess snarled. She could feel the blood that oozed down the side of her head. Still, she managed to laugh. Her heart was steady as her pale blue eyes stared at her sire. There was only one thing that would make her scream, and not even Death, the Shade, whatever a wolf of any belief cared to call it, could do that. She knew Death came for everyone, sooner or later. When her time came, Matianak would accept the invitation gracefully. It is how she knew today was not her day to die. "Tell me father, what does it tell you I will scream?" she inquired, "Perhaps your name after I squeeze the very life from you?"
Her tone was harsh as she taunted him. Slowly, the woman started to circle the brute. There was something in her eyes that very rarely showed itself, something that she held deep down. Matianak relished in this. By the time it was all said and done, Elohim would need to find himself a new Thorn. A twisted smile creased her maw. It was something between a wicked witches grin and the baring of fangs. She could see his fear. Perhaps he knew the answer to the question she had asked. Would he hesitate? It didn't matter, she didn't dare to take the chance. First blood had been hers, and she would ride that high.
Once more, Matianak closed the gap. His stench was easy to ignore with her adrenaline pumping. While she did not entirely expect to make purchase with flesh as she snapped towards the large piece of flesh between the neck and shoulder. Nothing fatal if she got her teeth in, but enough to hurt and show she was going to take his place, force him out of it. With or without his blessing, whether he liked it or now. She intended to make this slow and painful. After all, nothing in life worth having was easy.