Blackfeather Woods Tonight we are victorious

Really? The young one was challenging her? Her? She snorted and extended her neck to its full length. Her eyes narrowed, amber irises ablaze. She pulled her lips back only slightly, flashing him with teeth stained from the blood of many wolves. Her hackles bristled a bit. Who did he think he was? Where the hell was Burke? Taking one step forwards, she let a low, low growl escape her throat. How dare he? Her ears pressed forwards and she held one paw up, for she wanted the illusion of injury. If he attempted to attack that leg, she would go for the back of his neck whilst he dove. She tried to make her facial expression that of a scared injured wolf, one who was showing aggression out of fear. Oh yes, if this worked, she would conquer him.