Sheepeater Cliff The Hunger Games

Vashti shut herself against the approach of another wolf. She tried to ignore the unhidden pawsteps and deny what her nose told her. She closed her eyes against the nightmare—against the fact that she would have to face the world alone from then on.

Blue eyes craned open warily and she found herself gazing into the nearing face of a gold-eyed scavenger. She was a large colorless female, though this was of no consequence to Vashti. The only thing that concerned her was that shine in the stranger's eyes. Something of mischief; something the young wolf felt she should fear.

Vashti's reaction to fear was currently: violence.

With a snarl pitched two octaves too high to be honestly threatening, the girl was up and prickling wildly, all four paws splayed in a graceless, though defensive stance. Her teeth, still too large and too bright for her young, slim muzzle, were bared angrily towards the white female as her throat vibrated continuously with wordless threats.