Blackfeather Woods Wrong turn

I assume you want him alive tho..?

Her lips curled up in a malevolent smile as she heard a whimper escape from the mutt. Maybe it was the realisation of his impending doom, the fact that nothing could save him now. She hoped his ears were ringing and his heart was beating out of his chest. She hoped this heart rate was surging and his frame was quivering. She wanted him to feel her wrath, and feel the horror of all the rest who had dared cross their borders. She had no mercy for his cires or pleads, he needed to face the consequences of this actions regardless of his youth.

As the mutt darted away, her crooked smile only grew wider showing the ivory daggers that hid behind. Instinctively, her ears flattened against her skull and she ran after the male. Cold air bristled through her warm fur in opposite direction , sending a refreshing chill down her spine. It seemed fate was on her side as the mutt stumbled on his footsteps. 
"Give it up now, you'll never escape this" She called out, pure malevolence in her voice. And it was true, no force on earth could stop her from tearing this mutt apart, unless her Alpha commanded it so. Catching up to him, she snapped at his heels, in teasing torture. It only took her a second to find solid footing and throw herself at his being, nails extended to dig themselves into his hide. Everything was thrown into the blow, her hate and anger, all bad things combined. She would use her body weight to drag him down, if her claws caught his skin like she planned. From there, he take down would be easy, quick and effective like Burke had taught her. Or maybe she would have her fun, drag him away to some secluded cave to spend the rest of his days in the dark. It all depended on the fight he put up.