Devon stared down as the animal's tailed thumped softly against the ground. Growing up, she hadn't been exposed to many animals other than the stray cats she fed and kept around the house. Her father had always hated animals, as they reminded him of the skinwalkers. Blinking, Devon growled roughly. She didn't like the fact that she'd already wasted enough time here talking to the dog, or the fact that she had no motivation to kill him. As cruel as it sounded, Devon reminded herself, it was her nature and her duty.
Just as she was reaching for her pocket, actually intending to simply put her hand there, a snarl ripped into the air. A large wolf stalked out of the bushes, His eyes burning into Devon's. She eyed him, then snickered slightly. " You smell of dog, skinwalker. You picked the wrong time to put on your act." She growled, and the Wolf snarled louder. Luc, in his wolf form, eyed the female. She was obviously a hier, he thought, watching as she pulled a razor sharp knife from her pocket. With another snarl, Luc retreated into the bushes where he shifted. He stayed there, waiting as Devon approached him. With precision, he lept out and twisted her arms behind her back, only to recieve a sharp and painful punch to his jaw.
"You pack punch, eh?" He growled from where he fell, rubbing his jaw and casting pouting glares at Devon. Devon rolled her eyes.