He was just over half way into his devouring of the rabbit when she approached. Warden turned around when she spoke, his ears instantly perking up to her voice. His brow furrowed and he swallowed what was, apparently, his final bite. His pupils pinned and he tilted his chin down just a bit, adapting a defensive posture, "Well now," Warden drawled, "look-it'chu." His voice was, like his demeanor, rough. After leading a mostly solitary life in the mountains thus far, things happen to wear you down to the grittiest parts, vocal tone and verbiage included.
Warden knew he was at a disadvantage already, though. He hadn't faltered, but he could tell when he turned to face the clan cat that his right shoulder had been tweaked earlier when he caught the rabbit. He cursed the fall that gave him the permanent damage in his shoulder, and the one who pushed him. Of course it was now that the old wound became a burden.
"I think you should head on back to your partners, miss." Warden's passive threat hung in the cold air between them. He stared down hard at her, his tail flicking only just.

"Aaaw, hell."
Warden could tell she was angry. In all his years, three to be exact, of facing down cats and picking fights, he's seen the look before. He also knew that there was no getting out of this, not that he would want to anyway. This clan cat was starting to anger him, especially with the entitled and arrogant tone she was using. Warden didn't say another word in response to her when he charged forward. He ducked as low as he could to barrel into her chest to knock her over. His large size made his charge have the same effect as if you were running into a wall. Warden was a big tom cat, and he knew how to throw his weight around, but he grunted with the effect on account of his shoulder when he dropped down low to smack her chest. He ended up stumbling a bit, but he unsheathed his claws and got back to his feet to turn and attack her again.

Warden howled when she slammed down on his shoulder and pain threaded itself down his spine and up his neck, across his back. Rage flooded everything he knew and words became useless to him; all he knew was that he was going to kill her. Warden wrenched himself up with a roar to knock her off and immediately he slammed into her again, biting down hard on the muscle between her neck and shoulder. It was obvious that her targeting of his shoulder did damage, as the second charge was noticeably weaker as he was unable to find enough balance to compensate the power coming from his hind legs- instinctively he dialed back said power so he wouldn't tumble forward. Warden was also favoring that side now, angling the right side of his body away from her view and her reach.


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(Sorry for the radio silence! Work suddenly picked up)

Warden hissed and tore his ear away, hearing the rip of skin. He backed off, shaking his head to clear his vision of blood and vertigo from the blow to the head. Warden felt the searing pain from the fresh claw marks on his face, going dangerously close to his eye; he reckoned luck allowed him not to lose it. The fur along his spine was standing and his tail flicked, low and threatening rumble was deep in his chest. Warden tried to hide the more pronounced limp in his burning shoulder. He still kept the right side away from her, though, to try and prevent her from targeting it again.

Warden was exhausted. The vertigo still swaying his vision from the hit across the face, and his shoulder was very close to giving out despite his he was making himself look. Simply, Warden wasnt sure if he would be able to continue the fight without losing more than what he already had. And, looking at the fight, it was very clear that he wasnt winning, either. The clan cat looked a little winded but she wasnt having trouble staying on all four paws.
Not only that, but hunger was persisting him. The whole reason why he was hunting on clan territory was because of the prey abundance. If Warden was being honest, that half of a rabbit was his first good meal in a few days. Even through his anger, Warden wasnt stupid enough to let that feeling lead him on. The odds were stacked against him and he knew it.
"Fine," he growled, shoulders slumping just a little, "I'll go with'cha." Even though he complied with her offer by sheathing his claws, his posture was still extremely defensive.

Warden glowered at the nudge, brow furrowed with frustration. He knew he was taking a risk when hunting on their territory, but this result still stung him in his pride. He limped forward in the direction he was nudged, ears still flat against his head as they were in the fight, however this was from dissatisfaction instead.
"Well, you goin' to tell me yer name?" He grunted after a while, "Clawed my face an' ripped up my ear some, you owe me that much. Reckon it's goin'ta leave a scar."

"Warden." He rumbled, keeping his head down and ignoring the pain from the previous fight.

"Punishment for findin' food? This leader of yers must spend too much time in snowstorms." He commented sarcastically. He looked over his shoulder briefly too keep track of what she was doing behind him, "Does everyone get such a warm welcome?"