Golden Glade Reynard

The femme slid silently from the grasses, crouched so low to the ground that her maw brushed the earth. Her ears flicked back upon her skull in a protective manner, preparing for the undoubted fight ahead. The thought of killing the fox and preying on it disgusted her, for her pallet prefered hare and deer to this creature. She set it in her mind to mildly injure the fox, or at least scatter it as a warning. 

The fox shifted its weight.

Feyre leapted into the air, slamming down directly behind the fox with a snap of her jagged canines. The fox sqealed out a short, yee-hi, before turning to confront the wolfess on its heels. Feyre nimbely slid backwards as the fox swept out a sharply embellished paw, letting a snarl rip from her trachea. Within seconds she had slammed the fox onto its back, her canines hovering over its throat in a threatening manner.

"Leave." Her words rummbled with promise as her maw dripped saliva.

The fae stood up, releasing the terrified creature, and nipped at the tip of its fiery tail as it fled away from the Glade. A bark of pride was release from the wolfess, she had won.