He could still see the unrelenting ire blazing in the panther’s hard gaze and for a moment he felt himself faltering. Yet it wasn’t because he was weak, no, he was simply reluctant to lay a destructive paw on Loki. But he would have to, it seemed, and perhaps afterwards it would be easier to get through to the God. He could only hope.. Thankfully, the ache of his wound was beginning to dull, signaling the beginning of its slow heal. His retreat came to a stop and he crouched down, a growl (1/2)
The large, green-eyed feline stood over the silvery-eyed one, broad paws bearing perilous claws that curled into the floor as he stood domineeringly over the other. His whiskered cheeks peeled back to expose long fangs in a vicious hiss and his ears were still pinned back, hackles bristling and tail also flicking in a way that was similar to Pitch's. He was waiting for a move to be made but, when Pitch opted for crouching, Loki took a step close and met his eyes hard, glaring in challenge. If Pitch wished to try this reconciliation again, it would be up to him.
