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

He was huge. The closer she came to the babbling creek, the more dwarfed she felt. Perhaps this was not the best idea, but she had to protect their land. She felt herself grow to her full height, still smaller than him by far. Despite his size, he did not seem to be that intelligent. It was almost as if her words did not register in his brain. She could use this against him.

He snarled at her, showing off his deadly canines with pride. Her heart dropped, but she deigned to show fear. Instead, Feyre's amber eyes narrowed to mere slits as she stared him down, analyzing him like a predator about to take down its prey. This was going to be a challenge, but there was no way in hell he was staying on this land any longer.

His rasping growl came out with fierce intent. Was he seriously trying to make her leave? Her jaws snapped together sharply as a dark rumble tore through her diaphram. Her eyes were now clouded with aggression, warning him away. 

With slow, calculated steps, she padded nearer to the water. With each step, her tail lifted higher behind her and her ears pulled tighter to her skull. There was no way she was going to lose an ear in this fight. When she spoke, her words dripped with bloodlust, "Does it really have to be this way? Can you not just move along?" One last chance.