Blackfoot Forest The foes of the righteous will be damned

It still perplexed Pallas how quickly word had spread; she was not even three hours into her induction in Rosings and already she encountered strife. She took this astride, a sawtoothed and jagged smile splitting her knotted muzzle. Liri's retort was met with silence as the she-wolf trained her eyes on the male that appeared. Thus far Pallas' posture had been neutral; she did not bristle, she did not snarl -- instead she simply lifted her head and regarded the duo.

"Step down." Pallas instructed of the female, her tone dark with demand. She felt her tail rise over her haunches and it was then her posture lost all neutrality. A rifling of fur raised along her backside down to her haunch, and her expression was cold. It was a blatant challenge Liri had casted, and it was a challenge she would get -- though it was not the challenge she wished for. Pallas was willing right then and there to challenge for Liri's rank and she would see to it that she got it.

While of course, protecting Kierkegaard and all.