Golden Glade Queen of Spades

Teeth snagged in her shoulder, the exact same one that had been injured time and time again. With a vicious snarl, she tore away, the resulting wound staining her pelt with red. Again, shallow, but large, and she was in no mood for more scars in this one-sided battle. And so, with a last snarl at the conceited couple, she spun on her heel and fell into a lope, headed at a fast pace toward the border, though sure that the male would stay mind to look after the "queen" she had lunged at. 

Still, she ran, past the border, where she slowed in the slightest, but continued her fast past, starting to enjoy the run and the rush of adrenaline battle offered to her. It would not be the last time she "visited" the court, however, fierce dislike of the inhabitants already growing within her as she made her may in a twisting path home, disguising her scent along waterways and wild garlic as she went, resulting in her being almost un-trackable. Perhaps, one day she would meet the pair again, but not for many, many weeks.