killers linger the least [attn: jinx and/or njal]

Of course it's fine :o

A definitive pounding came from his left, and he turned to face his pursuer in fierce rebuttal, eyes flashing dangerously as the white she-wolf descended upon him like vulture to carrion. He perceived only two things before she was upon him, the first being that she was a female, which made no distinct difference to him; and the second was that she was a pack superior, which made him hesitate.

He reacted defensively from that point on, squaring his shoulders and taking the brunt of her hit instead of fleeing like an intruder should. She had at least ten or fifteen pounds on him at that moment, but he accepted her weight with forced dignity, and dropped his right shoulder to the ground as she took his lank, shaggy scruff firmly in her jaws. Though he allowed himself to crumple beneath her, every muscle in his body was wired and tense to her touch, fighting the fight that he wanted to engage in.

He snarled, submitting (as he should), but warning her that he'd only tolerate so much physical abuse. Hopefully at this proximity, she'd be able to identify Fox's very subtle scent which marked him a member of the Creek.