Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

success! the bitch fell to the ground and reek took over with teeth bared and dripping with saliva. he stood over shalon with eyes ablaze, and as jhala stood herself back up, felt pride swell in her chest. they'd done it!! and her handsome hubby was taking dominance over the situation. her only true injury-- if you could even call it that-- was a limp ear. it seemed the cartilage had broken, and it hung over her face like it did when she was a puppy. it was sore, but the sharp pain it had originally inflicted no longer lingered.

it was not reek, however, who turned to attack emory-- it was jhala. enraged that she'd even bother trying to speak like she was some mediator, jhala roared to life again. "shut up!" she snarled, rounding on the female and baring her teeth, "you have no say in this! you are nothing here!" her tail lashed, her nose shoved as close as she could without touching emory's face. "you betrayed the grotto and act like we're friends?! and you didn't even help your pack fight! all you did was ramble and yelp," she growled, amber eyes blazing. her gaze didn't leave the other, braced in case emory attacked.

"get the fuck out of our territory."