Rhys was ready for her to turn on him at any moment so he's not taken by surprise. He can feel his blood surging inside him- he is the god of battle and enemy of wolves and he's not scared. Not even close. He braces his spear and crouches, ready for impact. "Come on then. Blunt your teeth on me."

He really hopes his rune-charms work. This is going to be embarrassing otherwise.