Duck Lake Ain't it good being all alone

Her quickest speed couldn't keep the red wolf's wrath from her. Fox streaked by, clearly employing the wind to aid her (at least Ptarmigan believed that, being unwilling to admit she was slower). A clipped growl met the Alpha female's approach, but Ptarm was unwilling to fight, and her flat out flight probably indicated that.

When the Swiftcurrent Creek bitch leaped into her path, the Endore slammed hard on the brakes. She skidded on the ground a moment, yelping at the sudden exertion in her joints and the pads of her paws, then switched directions abruptly. There was no way in hell she was going back to that lake, so Ptarmigan chose the next best direction: toward the mountain range. She thought she could wheel away from the Alpha there and prevent herself from getting trapped if the other chose to follow.