Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

When the other wolf snarled right in her face, Wildfire knew she should back down and go. Normally, she would have tucked tail and run. She wasn't any good at fighting, after all. But here she was, picking a fight and standing her ground in the face of danger. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her but she wasn't really thinking of any of that just now.

Refusing to look away, she grated out, "How do you figure you're helping me? By breathing in my face?"