Sex: Male
Apparently the woman was no more willing than he to walk away from the moose's carcass. She stood across from Hati, her annoyance plainly displayed across her features, but she remained passive while he devoured the toothsome meal. For some reason he felt uneasy about the entire thing, as if he was merely playing charades, pretending to be the stronger, hoping that she would accept the dominance he so bravely offered, but all the while they both knew that if the silver female wanted the food enough that he would have to either lose a bloody fight or back off. So he scarfed the meat down faster than ever before, his golden eye never leaving Narimé's larger form.
Then it suddenly went downhill, as she seemed to snap out of a trance. A deep and extremely threatening snarl exploded from her throat, and though he would never admit to it, the sound made Hati wish he could go hide like a terrified whelp and never look upon this vehement she-wolf again. Just like that she appeared twice as huge and twice as fierce, and Hati's body stiffened, unable to move, as he waited for the inevitable. His eye grew wide and as she leaped towards him he threw himself backwards into the snow, writhing for a moment to regain his footing. Once he had, he kept a good distance between himself and the crazy woman.
She spat her dismissal, tacked on a warning to the end, and sent the darkest look Hati had ever seen in his direction. There was no way he was going to challenge—he looked her up and down—that! However, dignity was not something he would relinquish at this point in time. In an effort to retain what he had left, Hati allowed a smirk to curve his lips, all the while forcing his body not to shake. Then, in a last act of defiance, he darted forward, tore off the nearest chunk of meat he could see, and fled.
If she was the controlling type, he was doomed.
