http://fiercerhyena.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-02-08 06:03 am (UTC)

Several instincts grabbed Grim Eyes' body at once, pulling her in different direction. One said large predator, one said wolf, one said male, all of them conflicting.

The large predator instinct - that triggered the flight response. Grim Eyes should have been running immediately, if she was any kind of hunter worth her salt. Fighting huge beasts that shouldn't rightly exist was a warrior's job, not a hunter's.

Her nose said wolf, though, and wolves weren't generally dangerous unless you got separated and caught on your own by a whole pack. They were hunters in their own right, and they were to be respected.

But the third instinct was the unmistakable scent of testosterone. That was the instinct that screamed at her to grab this impertinent male by the scruff and toss him into a wall until he got the picture.

But ten-foot-tall wolf won out over male, and Grim Eyes' mane slicked back so flat it might as well not have been there, her ears flattening as she did something she never thought she would ever do when confronted with a challenge - not a challenge with a male anyway - she lowered her spear and backed up a step.

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