Kintla Flatlands Queen B*tch 101

Her teeth clashed against the face of the female, the taste of spilt blood on her tongue. It wasn't enough to create a scar but enough to cause pain. She veered away from the snapping jaws at her neck, skidding to a stop only a step away. The stranger had the same thing in mind, apparently, the kruff to drag down was the perfect move. But she was smarter, and much more tactically inclined, she assumed. 

In an instant did she launch at the stranger's back, attempting to bit down on the ridge between her let and her hind quarters where the flesh was soft. Snarls lifted into the air, alerting anyone who was close enough to hear it. The dark females danced a dangerous dance that they were only just starting, and neither of them had plans to lose.