It wasn't the wisest of moves, though Silva could never have known just how prepared Hekhem was. He had just about called out the whole pack for their foolish behavior and was ready for anything, tensed up like a spring ready to unwind in a destructive fury. When that anything turned out to be the small framed Silva he snapped. She was pouncing him even though he was in his wereform. If nothing else she had chutzpah. Reaching back he caught her around the throat in mid jump, swinging her over him in a wide arc down on his rising knee. There was a loud crack from ribs being broken or dislocated. Standing now he brought her back in another arc, landing her with a sickening thud on the ground followed by a viscous fist to the abdomen, emptying the last bit of air out of her before he held her up in front of him and growled.<br/><br/>"I am not your target, pup!"<br/><br/>He threw her limp body away in front of the other females and sat down again with a sigh. Hopefully the young female had good healing capabilities. Perhaps he had been a bit too rough, but he had been unable to hold back. It had been long since he was in a proper brawl and if nothing else he had shown the brutality that he was capable of. Perhaps the others would think twice before pouncing on the old man next time.