Gaucho realizes that he has likely made a mistake, the second he feels the ease with which he is able to toss his head, with the wolf trapped in his tines. Feeling the wolf’s claws on his back, he realized that he probably aided Lupus, who must have been thinking of jumping anyways. Liking a fucking springboard, he imagined, mentally snarling with frustration. Gaucho’s head immediately lowered back down from teh swing which put Lupus on his back, and the bay crow-hopped into the air, trying to make himself as round and unstable as possible to dislodge the wolf, who’s teeth were now sinking into his wither. The pain only intensified the frustration that he felt for making such a stupid error, and his primitive mind erased that tactic from his mental-bank.

As Lupus hits the ground, momentarily taken aback by the spirit-wolf, Gaucho is surprised to see him then taking a step forward. As Lupus touches the wolf, it dissipates with a snarl. Gaucho's confusion does not halt his body however - his mind really never had much influence over his body - as he lunges forward wings outspread for balance, trying to kick out at the wolf with his front legs* As Lupus turns into him, Gaucho is astonished to find that the wolf has evaded his flailing forelegs as he kick-pranced forward, and is almost beneath him, trying to what? Bite? Carried forward by momentum, and with his wings already aiding him in balance, Gaucho thrashed his hind-legs as he charged over Lupus, hoping to knock into his thick skull, and perhaps rattle some sense into him. What sort of idiot, weighing 1/10th of what Gaucho weighed, would run under a moving, kicking, mountain of anger? Especially after touching his spirit-wolf, which must surely have numbed him somewhat. Well, if he did get a good knock on the noggin, Gaucho wouldn’t be surprised.

Clearing the wolf, Gaucho dug his hooves into the hard red dirt, kicking up shale and dust as he forced himself to stop. Spinning around, now coated with a thick paste of sweat and Throat-dust, Gaucho squeal in anger leaping forward once again, like a horse trying to clear a water obstacle. As he flew through the air, vapors once again poured from his antlers, this time producing three medium-sized wolves. The ethereal mist moved faster than the bay, and the spirit wolves hit the ground behind Lupus and spread out, as if trying to coral him towards Gaucho. As Gaucho’s hooves struck the soil hard after his mid-air lunge, he lowered his antlers once again, hoping to knock squarely into the white wolf, propelled forward by his momentum.

Ears flattened against his skull, he braced himself for impact, his steely gray-blue eyes fixated on the form of Lupus, surrounded by the three snarling wolves. He wants to make Lupus pay for the blood dripping down his nose, and the shredded skin on his wither which is now raw and gashed from his teeth. He trains his gaze on Lupus alone, ready to alter his course should the wolf try and skirt him from the left or right.



[*From previous post

Summary: Gaucho tries to kick at Lupus with his hindlegs as he runs over top of him. Halting, he spins around and leaps forward, creating 3 wolves which land behind Lupus to corral him forward. As Gaucho lands, he lowers his antlers and tries to knock into the wolf again.
Attack 2/2: Kicks at Lupus as he charges over him, spirits, antler attack.]