Unfortunately for him, Lylith had yet to master “talking it out like adults”. Truthfully, there was a strong likelihood it would never be a tactic the Aktaion would put to use.
A rage-blinded strike had caused Lylith’s teeth to collide with the boy’s shoulder. Even with a mouth full of fur and muscle, she wasn’t satisfied. The whole interaction was pissing her off. Fuck this guy. Fuck his stupid face. Fuck his shoulder. She hated him.
Gold and brown fur prickled like a startled cat’s, her tail sticking out stiffly as her paws braced against the petal covered grass. Size and power would never be a strong suit of hers, but anger could be weaponized, couldn’t it?