Altar of Twilight Kindred Spirits

Permission to PP granted! You're welcome to beat the crap outta her. Just no death, plz. :)

The stranger leaped clear, so that Wildfire's teeth clicked shut on nothing but empty air. Her lips flapped as she said something—something she probably thought was wise or profound, like that other wolf—but the yearling didn't hear a word of it. With that said, the sound of the female's voice fueled the heat that burned, aptly enough, like a wildfire in her belly. What was with these strangers trying to help her? And why did their "helping" her always seem to require controlling her in some way? Why couldn't anyone just take no for a goddamn answer?

"Who do you think you are?" She didn't even mean to say the words out loud because words were so completely useless in this situation. But it was a valid question, she supposed. Not that she thought on it too hard. For in the next moment, Wildfire lunged again. Ignoring all the aches and pains, the blood pounding in her head and leaking from various marks all across her body, she attempted to strike at the side of the gray she-wolf's neck.