Storm continued to eye the prey pile up. "No!" He repeated over in his head, as the brute eyed up the fae as she moved and stretched. "You may eat, I you can beat me in a fight..." The words echoed and rolled back and forth across his mind like a disturbed ocean during a powerful storm. The incoming snarl, only meant one thing. Storm had to beat this fae in order to eat and he would use his strength to his advantage, but the confined space would hinder this,
Storm yelped and screamed as he was bowled over by the fae and down deeper into the den. He could feel her front teeth trying to latch onto his fur and skin but moved left and right to try and keep his distance. The brute bared his teeth ferociously, as he found himself on the bottom. Looking into her eyes, her expression told him she would do anything to stop him from eating. Pushing her into the den wall, he stopped her for a few crucial seconds, pulling him from underneath her but only to be shoved back underneath. A growl erupted from his throat as she went for his ears. Her face was close his and his jaws snapped around her muzzle, drawing blood quickly and with ease. This was the wrong time of year in order to fight, usually the winter was a time of plenty for wolves but maybe not up here. His canines dug into the think layer of flesh on her muzzle, almost to bone. He watched her as she squirmed to try and get free. Letting go, Storm allowed her to fall backwards in which he took the top position, barking at her and growling loud and clear showing he meant business.

