Blackfeather Woods KNEEEEEEEEEL!

When her father's chin prevented her attack, she learned that this place must be of use. Why else would he be defending it? She let herself slip down, the new information sinking in slowly but surely, when she felt her tail being grabbed. She let out a high yelp of surprise rather than pain, and in one (sort of) smooth motion she turned to him and snapped at her muzzle that was holding her tail. How dare he! She was not a target! She was his sister, and she demanded the respect that was oh so well deserved.

She was aiming at his nose, wanting him to let go and to teach him a lesson.