Phoenix Maplewood It had become a glimmering girl

When Saena was able to whirl around in a full circle, her attacks slowed and probably would have stopped had a set of teeth not raked across her muzzle in that moment. Her gaze locked on Grace in the same instant that the girl struck out at her, and even a proficient young fighter like Saena was unable to dodge a point blank attack. Shock rippled through her system first, followed by pain and then outrage.

What kind of idiot wolf, Saena thought angrily as she slowed. Any wolf stupid enough to stick their head in someone else's den deserved to get bit, and she was outraged that her perfectly natural response was met with an attack. This was her forest. Her den. How dare you, Saena's eyes said as her muzzle wrinkled into an ugly, affronted snarl that caused beads of blood to rise to the surface of her newest wound. Her gaze roved over her opponent, and when she finally was able to recognize who she was looking at, it all made sense. She'd always thought Grace was a special kind of imbecile, from the moment she'd shown her true disloyal colours in the maplewood, and now it was confirmed.

Saena snarled deep in her chest and rose to her full height with her ears thrown confidently forward. After all, she was a well-fed and healthy wolf, and Grace was just a cripple. There was no contest. "Get out of my sight or you're dead," she snapped.