Blackfoot Forest Breathe

Decided I'm gonna send her to Blackrock, if she'll be accepted, so I'll just wrap this up!

A male arrives, clearly this ones mate, and Giana feels her lip curl against her will. Both of them were stiff, dominant: and right now its just not something she can handle. Her hackles rise, her ears cup forward, and a snarl breaks through her lips. 
                  "I've changed my mind, I don't think I'm ready for submission yet."
Turning, she gives them no chance to reply, putting on the gas and haring away from the Rosing's wolves. Maybe the next pack she approaches will be easier....