His impressive, feral and emotionless, wolf head lowered as he arched his back over the tiny woman was casting her enchant.<br/><br/>His jaw opened and shut with neurotic movement, a canine sibling, almost intelligible, sound came out from his mouth. "Already cursed, ma'am... no more room for enchant and stuff alike"<br/><br/>A wide grin to express his wicked enjoyment, his snout reared and hit her, strangely force less, to make her fall backward with the intention to step over her laying body.