Lake Rodney In the hall of the mountain king

She growled at his words. How dare he tell her to leave when this male and his comrades were always keen to waltz into their territory as if they didn't exist? She would not leave until she could tell him what she wanted to say.

 For the second time, he lunged, this time at the low part of her neck. Unlike last time, she was ready for impact. Her ebony head lowered, letting his teeth dig into her muzzle once more. Along with the teeth came more pain and she wanted out. She lifted onto two legs, ripping her muzzle away once more and attempted to slam onto his neck, teeth aiming to rip at one ear.