Duck Lake take it to reality

He babbled at her, the language spilling out of his mouth one that was unfamiliar to her. It made her sneer, a malignant quality to her gaze as they regarded each other. When she was a pack wolf, Kroc was the epitome of a good pack wolf; loyal, hardworking, protective, you could go on and on. When she was a loner, the same was true. Her aggressive tendencies were more prominent, harsher, and she was much more likely to try and harm another if they came too close or bothered her at the right time. Now was one of those times.

Her lips crinkled as those bared teeth became more prominent, ears slicked back against her head. With no qualms over attacking an old codger, the longer the bastard stood there, the shorter her fuse became. "And?" She snapped, obviously not caring all that much, teeth clicking together at the end of the short, verbal response. Taking a very deliberate step forward, Kroc's head lowered, her posture stiff and violent now. There was no submission here, no dominance. Just the bad attitude of the large female who was now threatening action if he didn't back the fuck up.