Golden Glade Two Worlds (4/5)

Bullet had been humiliated, her beautiful coat now marred with not one but two slashes -- one healed, and one near newness -- and the little hellfire was out for blood this time she slunk towards the Glade. 

It was mere luck that the same wolf who'd harmed her was the one she found that day, but at once Mayhem lowered herself into a half-bare bush to watch, icy eyes cold against his back. Once he'd started to shrink in the distance, the firey wraith slunk after, keeping to the shadows that so well hid her lithe form. For a long time, she stalked him, following his path -- occasionally pissing over one of his own marks just to piss him off later -- and just watching the mutt circle the land. Why dogs had the urge to mark was beyond her, because they clearly weren't out to challenge their leaders, but Bullet herself preferred to show where she was by the flash of her fangs. Perhaps it was because she had no place to protect and call her own, a place she wanted everyone to know was hers. 
Foxes were just so much more wonderful than any old wolf. 

Deciding eventually that now was the time, Bullet did what she did best: cause chaos. She stalked as close as she dared before darting out, silent as the shadows she moved in before she leapt for his hindquarters. Her aim was to both land and do damage on his back itself, even though she had no real power against a fully grown and healthy male wolf. She sure would do as much damage as she could with her fangs though.