Ouroboros Spine The end is only the Beginning

Intruder. 

She smelled him. Heard him. And she made no move to stay silent as she rushed his dark form, a vicious snarl preceding her as she barreled towards him. Her shoulder aimed for his chest, teeth for his throat. This bastard would not steal from their pack, hungry or not. 

Teeth snapped powerfully, searching for his flesh and blood. If she caught him, she would not hold back. The loner's life was in the balance. Would he stand and fight? Or would he run? Judging on the way he made to steal, she was betting on the latter. Fine. She would chase him until his heart gave out.