SPYROS

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Ouch.

The claws of the female below him tore through his fur and into his skin, causing a yelp to sound though the continuous snarl that emanated from his throat. She was determined, he'd give her that. However, with his bite locked in place she struggles seemed merely of those of a pup attempting to escape an adults hold. Spyros had held firm, not enough to draw out a prolonged amount of discomfort but enough of a force that worked as to warn Red of his abilities if she were to further her attempts to free herself.

He would have chuckled at her feiry fury of words as she had attempted to wriggle out of his hold and how she forced herself to still when the realization of him seemed to kick in. His jaw kept its hold for a while longer, the rest of his body completely still as he held her by the scruff and until her wriggling had died down. Good... His teeth retracted from her pelt as he took a slow step back, back straightening as he observed her state carefully, his eyes narrowed as he took her in.

"Well then... Looks like someone must have lost their way. Am I right, darling? Oh, I must be..."

His lips pulled back into a toothy grin as he began circling her, taking in her scent as he looked her up and down. His movements were fluid and smooth, a mixture of cat-like and bear-like movements as his paws fell in front of each other. His voice was laced with a sarcastic sort of humour as he continued on,

"Because that's the only reason... Ahh..."

His body pressed closer, mockingly so, his words coming out in a silky, sultry manner, fangs getting far too close for any amount of comfort.

"Unless you, my dear, were attempting an escape."

Tsk.

"Oh it would have worked wonderfully if it had been thought through further. I'm must say, sneaking out on your... break was a decent choice."

He hummed to himself, gaze meeting the ground as he leaned back, pausing his movements as if in deep thought he seemed to speak to himself.

"We'll just have to make sure outings are rarer then. Hm..."

His attention flicked back to the female in front of him, his head cocking to the side, a sly wolfish grin on his face.

"I don't suppose you'll come willingly, dear, will you?"

SPYROS

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Her words would have been enough to draw out a smirk from him if she hadn't immediately followed them up with an attack. He had dodged the first couple of her moves with practiced skill, however, the further her advances went on, the further she seemed to be able to predict what he would do next. Which wasnt the best, in his case. He'd most likely earn himself a good few scars by the end of this... Which, to him, only made him want to fight back with just as power. He needed to hold back from doing anything major yet, he'd tire her out first. Like a hunter would do with an elk.

Spyros had slipped up.

Before her teeth had found his neck the male had managed a few small bites around her flank, another warning. He had caught her tail at one point as well, biting down on the sensitive, nerve-filled body part. She was smaller and quicker on her feet than him, agile and flexible - to his standards, more advanced than him in that area - and had managed to shoot for the throat as soon as he had attempted to pull away briefly. The grip was firm, reminding him of his own not minutes before. The teeth that sunk into his hide were strong enough to keep his attempts to relieve himself of her minimal. His breath left him in wheezing outbursts as his paws began their attempts at slamming against the earth, sharply pulling his body back, jolting as he finally shook himself enough that her grip on him loosened.

Bingo.

His eyes flared open once more, targeting on the front leg of the wolf thats teeth were still dug into his skin. Yeah, he'd risk it he supposed. Letting out a low growl he twisted, an unpleasant tear of his skin made was for his own blood to mix in with the fur on his neck. This made for the perfect angle to allow his maw access to bite down on her limb. And he bit. Hard. Managing to growl something against her body as her fangs clung to him.

"Do you want to survive this, darling? I'd suggest letting go if you do."

He stilled beneath her, though his jaw clung tightly around the leg of the she-wolf, tightening ever so gradually. He wouldn't break it... Probably.