Firen keeps the sea in view as he travels south, not wanting to make an unplanned trip to the interior. All is quiet, almost eerily so, but he reminds himself that most living things would have migrated south when autumns chill fist set it. Miles pass, and the brindle wolf falls into the rhythm of travel, thoughtless and meditative.
When he finally does feel the press of anther mind against his own it causes his hackles to rise.
Fangs flash brilliant and white against the inky blackness of his gums, plumes breath steaming out like smoke in the places where his canines meet. But these weapons which had cut with such precision into the thrumming arteries of lesser creatures are of no use here; he is a warrior, but not a fool. It takes only a moment for him to accept that this is a match he doesn't want to fight.
With unnatural speed, the other worldly monster rushes towards him. It's thoughts assault his mind, loud and frenzied. It is like nothing he has seen before. The young wolf shifts his weight backward, the muscles of his shoulders and haunches coiling and his wings of flame surging higher. A wave of heat washes over him, revealing prickly grasses below the now melted snow.
Like an arrow from a bow, the dark wolf shoots forward. But the creature is impossibly close. His wings pump downward as he curses himself for not practicing the art of flight more often - for indulging in the hunt when he should have realized he would not always be at the top of the food chain.
Adrenaline fuels his leap and his weight lifts, he hopes that the flame will catch the creature in the face, giving him precocious extra seconds to become airborne.
ooc: some power playing is fine to move the tread along, feel free to have her snag him out of the air or assume her attack hits. Colby
I had time and muse so I replied but please still throw your girl in!