M'Jakuna's brows knitted together, confusion claiming his features. "I meant no offense," he said. "I speak of yours as I would speak of mine."
If he had a word for her, it fell from the forefront of his mind the moment she sprung.
A threat on the air that was vague where her actions made up for the subtlety.
He would only have enough time to shield his throat, lurching to his paws and tucking his chin to his chest, teeth flashed in a growl that bled into spluttering snarl as her teeth found purchase of his ear.
Instinct was all that saw him tearing away regardless of the way it blistered something hot and weepy in the back of his head, shaking this way and that. If she made the move to surge again, M'Jakuna would be stanced in a way that told of a returned attack, canines bared.
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