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The she-wolf struck at the same moment that Junior loosened her grip, resulting in a sharp blow to the pup's cheekbone. One of the adult's teeth scored her and a trickle of blood sprang quickly to the surface. The youth cried out in surprise, backpedaling and pawing at her face. The taste of her enemy's blood filled her mouth even as her own blood moistened her face.

Hurt soon gave way to indignant anger and Junior hurled a loud, "You're a big bad bitch!" at the trespasser, unaware that it sounded more like flattery than an insult. Her teeth bared as her black lips wrinkled backward, their ivory surfaces streaked with pink. The fiery look in her eye said, Nobody makes me bleed my own blood!

A smarter pup, one with a scrap of humility, would've called for help right then, siccing her pack mates on this unwelcome intruder. Yet Osprey Jr. was impulsive, overconfident and currently furious. She flung herself at the dark stranger again, feinting at her right foreleg before suddenly flinging her muzzle upward. Using her smaller size to her advantage, she hoped to sink her teeth into the older wolf's lower throat at best or upper chest at worst.