The scents were getting stronger- blood and vomit were fresh upon the crisp air. He was getting closer.
Ava appeared as it from no where to his side, and he turned his head a moment to look at her. She hadn't changed much, but her scent was fresh- untainted. He didn't know much of what happened during his time away, other than the little snippets Naira told him when they were alone, but he did know she wasn't at the lake when Naira was and he was a little smug that she too felt the need to abandon them. Of course, that didn't give them any sort of alliance right now, if it came down to it he wouldn't know which side she would sit, but for now it appeared they were at a neutral pass.

She slipped away from him as the scent grew stronger, opting for perhaps a safer path away from the mountain edge to a fall he couldn't quite estimate. Smart as ever, but he didn't feel like being smart. No, it was the perfect moment now that he found himself alone to put the lake wolf out of her miseray... or, into more miseray as the case might stand.
Ever closer he moved, until another scent whacked him like a frying pan to the face-- Athena. Athena was here. Oh... how delightful. As he rounded the last rock, he saw the pair. The silver female battered, covered in her own blood and smelling just revolting whilst Athena, ever the fucking saint, was there to "rescue" her. How quaint, and what luck that she would be passing by just as an avalanche hit. Not only did she miss it, but she was just moments away to save her little friend. Well, this wasn't going to be their day. Not if he had his way.
He picked up the pace once more and made no effort to hide himself- his dark body stood out against the white snow, his tall height making him easy to see- just like he wanted. He didn't hesitate as he got closer to the two, but made himself known without fear. "Athena. Lovely to see you... so close to the edge and all." he mused, a dark smirk lining his face as he assessed the two. The silver wolf was no threat, hell she could barely stand which left Athena very alone at that moment. Unlike before at the lake, she didn't have her band of merry men in tights to save her hide. How could he possibly pass up such a wonderful oppertunity to meet her again.

There was a moment, a brief pause between Athena's cocky words and her vaulting towards him through a torrent of snow that caused a secret chuckle to flee from his lips. D'aw, Da wittle wolf want to pway with da gwon ups. Well, that suited him just fine. In fact, she saved him the trouble of having to come much closer to the bleeding, vomit stench that the stupid wolf whom thought she could outrun an avalanche and further back from the edge. If they were going to dance he wasn't ungentlemanly enough to decline the lady, but he didn't want to go toppling off the edge alongside her carcass when he was finished with her.

The snow was a welcome friend, with her shorter height she was bound to struggle against the depths whilst his long legs would make moving that much easier. With any luck it would impend upon her speed, making the wolf which should be the most swift the most sluggish. He took a few paces back as she neared, drawing them further from the edge and making her work harder for her target.
She caught him, though his neck was not facing her but his shoulder instead. Luck was apparently on his side as she had managed to snag at the joint opposite to where Marsh had left his mark. Her movements were of anger, most likely not well anticipated and haphazardly. She always did have a foul temper which was a quality he had found attractive within her at the time - now, she was nothing more than an irritating little gnat that needed to be squished.

The sting from her teeth to his shoulder was a welcome pain, a feeling of warmth spread into the joint but no blood was spilt - the joys of a winter coat he supposed but it also meant that turning her clear white pelt red was going to be a tricker task. Still, he never shyed away from a challenge. He rolled his shoulder, lowering himself slightly as he craned his neck towards her. His rear stepped away, arching away from her bite as he swung himself to try and stand aside her, where he would then elevate his head in order to strike down, his jaws aiming towards her muzzle as to snatch her face within his jaws.

Her head shaking was almost cute, the tiny Little White Wolf as he used to call her, trying to pull him this way and that. Even though he wasn't a heavy male it wasn't perhaps the best form of attack- she had much to learn it seemed. Despite the throbbing in his shoulder, he was not impressed by the ordeal so far. His confidence knew no limits and he felt no fear, or even anger, towards her. She was just a pain. A tick that needed to be removed. It made thinking clearly that much easier when he set the task at hand as a day to day challenge, not a threat to his life- he would have been rolling around in stitches to think she thought she might be the one to kill him. She had spirit yes, but it would take more then a beady eye to finally make him fall. It never occurred to him that she might get the upper hand, that he might make a mistake like he had with Marsh - he was a God in his eyes and as such, he would not lose this fight.


His shoulder was released, but she took a clamp around his leg instead. Despite her size she could still do some damage to the thinner bones which held him up, so it was time to play rough - already he could feel the limb start to swell beneath where her teeth punctured the thinner skin. It appeared mauling her face was not enough to squash the bug- drastic action should be taken. With an ugly snarl he elevated his head and threw his jaws down towards her spine, just behind her head. Hoping to get a good grip where he could begin to crush the bone and disable her - perhaps forever.