Swiftcurrent Creek Enter K'ramo, Demon of the Dark

I'd feel most comfortable using the sparring pits for this... unless you just want to assume Fox (and whoever else might show up) is going to win this. <__<

For a moment, Fox was not sure she had heard correctly. But when she checked to ensure that she wasn't dreaming, she let out a snarl and barreled toward the source of the challenging howl. Who had the gall to challenge such a strong pack? It didn't matter, not to the small red yearling who streaked through the countryside like a red arrow to a bullseye. Surely her comrades would hear the challenge as well, and she did not doubt that they would be at her side in an instant.

When Fox was close enough to see the dark male who had so foolishly challenged her mere presence here, she sped faster toward him, teeth bared and hackles raised. She did not stop to question him. She did not slow to give him a chance to attack first. Instead, she aimed to run her body right into his own. It was her intent to plow him over with what little weight she had.