Golden Glade Its not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog

What are you talking about, your post was good! :)

Her stride was steady, pushing her lithe form forwards past every tree and fern that she had become familiar with over the past week. Her ivory muzzle lifted into the air. This scent. Distinctly male, and unmistakeably foreign. This was not a male from her pack, she scowled, this was a loner.

She prowled forwards, her maw brushing the ground as she followed his earthy aroma. When the smell became remarkablely stronger she paused, looking up form her crouched position in the tall grass of the forest. A huge, hulking stranger was padding along the creek edge. A shiver ran through her blood as she gathered every last piece of her confidence.

With a sharp snarl and a few choice words, she leapt from the brush. Him on one side of the brook, and her on the other. She felt her haunches rise and her ivory pelt stand on end. Her form reeked of dominance, even though she stood across from a man who easily doubled her feminine size. Her words were sharp as a dagger when she spoke, "Why are you here?"