Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

The scent of wolf was definitely an unwelcome one. Immediately, Cahira froze and scanned her surroundings, a low, ominous grumble escaping her chest. She had dealt with wolves before, unfortunately. They battled for the top of the food chain, so fights with the bothersome canines were inevitable.  

The sound that came from behind her was not from the wolf she had just scented, and she spun around to meet the beast it came from, letting out a loud, high-pitched, roar that echoed through the mountains and showed the brazen creature her long, sharp, fangs. Seeing the second wolf apparently coming to the first aggressor's aid furthered Cahira's fury. She Charged forward a little, swiping the air with her massive front paws and roaring again, hoping it would scare the wolves away. Her first line of defense was always to deter, but she would take it further if that proved unsuccessful.