Phoenix Maplewood It had become a glimmering girl

Im really sorry, I thought Saena was already IN the den! D:

The fresh, thick scent outside the den signaled of the woman inside, and Grace really should have known not to go inside. It was the alpha's den, after all, and one of the stupidest things Grace ever did was stick her head in that space. Her wide gold eyes saw it all happen: Saena had been there, crying, but at the russet girls arrival her expression morphed into one of hate and anger. Grace noticed, though, that she never quite looked at her. There was no recognition, no specific reason the pale woman struck out, and for that reason Grace thought-hoped-that she indeed hadn't realized her name.
However, the russet yearling was making her brain move faster than her paws. She tried to rush backwards, and she might've been able to twist and bound out of the ways of the jaws if it weren't for her damned leg. All Grace did was stumble back a yard before falling onto her haunches with a yelp of fear and pain. Her lug jutted out stiffly in front of her, and there was only one thing she could do: defend herself. Not that she didn't try to talk sense into the pissed off mother- but with her luck lately the tailless woman wouldn't listen anyway.

                             ​"Saena, Saena stop! I mean no harm!"

Her sharp ivories flashed towards Saena and whatever part of her Grace could reach from where she was, a deep snarl of warning ripping from her jaws out of pure instinct. She put momentum behind the snaps, if only to try and pull herself up-her hind legs now scrabbled for purchase on the earth under them- and again be on even ground.