It was difficult for her to stay within the shambles of the old shop. It was not a very big space which meant that the close vicinity she had of the male was far too close than she would ever allow. Even though she felt safe within her dark black and grey fur she still felt uneasy with him being too close. Of course, he wasn't as aware that the particular dagger he was admiring was not placed there for his taking. That dagger belonged to her, and her alone, and she was more than happy to prove it...as soon as she found herself at an advantage point. Although she was a creature that was capable of killing, when it came to males she was a little bit more wary about them. Only when she was cornered would she forget about self-preservation and actually do something to keep her head. When the Dark Hunter had first approached her, the fear that he was male was greater, but she was terrified at the very thought she was going to lose her life. Even though this brute that continued to hold her prize was not someone that could kill her at this point, that didn't necessarily mean she would be capable of taking him down. After all, she wasn't a creature that really held self-confidence.



Deciding it was best if she just got this over with, she angrily leapt onto the desk. Her hackles rose as her back lips remained pull back issuing a low snarl, warning him of his thoughtless actions. Grey trimmed ears laced back flatly against her ebony skull as slate eyes narrowed. As his fingers remained gripping the dagger a threatening low growl rumbled in her chest at a steady rate. While the boy was provoking her, her mind was processing his words attempting to connect her humanity thorough her feral mind. They say the mind works in mysterious ways. In her case, by being in this form her humanity would disappear every now and then. Watching him bring his feet up to the desk, one paw was lifted and place away from his boot that dared to be at a close proximity with her. Shaking her head in protest, one grey paw would swipe at his boot, claws scratching the leather.



"Mine...my pack...mine."



Blue-grey eyed were locked on the dagger as she proclaimed the object in question was hers. Cold nose caught the stench coming off him and it did not hold fear, which only caused the girl to be maddened. As he twirled the dagger around his fingers, she would follow the movement as she slowly bent her scarred form low to the desk. Keeping her eyes locked on target. He may have a weapon made of silver but she knew fairly well she could be faster than him. Bearing her sharp canines another vicious growl continued to rumble in her chest as he began to explain that he would not be giving up the dagger. With a slash of her tail, an amusing thought occurred to the predator. Perhaps the boy should be careful with what he wished for. Still in her crouching position, her eyes would lock onto his jugular and as she began to make the pounce, her body would flinch, but her head would lower as she sank her teeth into his leg, clamping her sharp teeth down, as two grey paws wrapped around his boot as she yanked and tore. He would not become a werewolf- his blood was Warlock. What the she-wolf was unaware of, he had silver blood and although his blood burned her mouth she continued to clamp down, ears perked ready to his cry. Letting go of his leg, another snarled came out as she braced for his attack ready to dodge, her cold voice trickling out slowly.



"Blood...debt..."



Blood was spilt. The dagger was hers...and that was a fair dinkum.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven