Blackfeather Woods Wrong turn

Her anger only heightened as a few of the male's dog hair caught in her teeth, mere centimeters from snagging his skin. Her muscle had grown quite drastically since she had arrived, even so in the past few weeks as she continually trained harder and harder. Yet, her mass increased, lessing in her agility for the season. But, the small failure came as a large realisation as she was slower now than she had been before. The thought only furiated her even more, as the mutt dared to speak directly to her. Who did he think he was? He had idiotically trespassed and now no mercy would be shown. Especially not to him.

Her snarl rumbled from deep inside her, growing in it's power and fury. "Hmm, too late," She maliciously grinned as she paced around the frightened boy, her uncompassionate cold eyes trained on his figure. His case was invalid to her ears, no thought to his pitiful pleads made a difference in her heart. "Blood of those who passed through mark these borders, as will yours when i'm finished," 
She sized him up, her body growing as she slowly paced forward, her inconsolable and unreachable eyes burning into his. Her main priority was to drive him away, then she could have her fun. It had been too long since she had her ways, too long since she shed innocent  blood. Even though he had committed a clear crime, his spilt blood would do just fine for the time being.