Porcupine Ridge MM, try me b

Jhala straightened her shoulders even further, the fur along her back and shoulders rising and her chest puffing out. The male arrived soon after Tagg did, and after him the red-brown mute. Although this put a bit of her nerves against her, she was not backing down. Anwyl was younger than she had expected. She'd never actually met the brute and his appearance was laughable. She was not much older but he was still puppy-faced. He was fluffy-furred and soft and, unlike Jhala, untouched. She had a multitude of scars among her shoulders and a few on her neck. She had trained as a fighter her whole life, she wondered if he'd ever battled before. 

"Step down as Delta or defend your rank," she said smoothly, her eyes narrowing and a low growl escaping her throat. She knew very well that she could lose, and that her pride would be destroyed. But for now she remained confident, knowing that one dent in such could result in a loss. She was not here to lose, and she was not afraid to fight.