Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

Why?

If Dianne had thought that shouting and playing the angry and dominant lady was going to get her anywhere, she was dead wrong. Nunataq shrank back out of surprise, but soon regained her posture, standing tall, fur along her spine bristled as well and responding to the other's behaviour with a menacing growl of her own. Being seven months old already and heading for her eight month of her life, she had already reached her adult size, therefore she was not that smaller than the stranger. What's more she had confidence in herself and was ready to stand her ground, if she felt threatened. And with no one else (read - Indra or Laurel, her voices of discipline and reason) to rein her in, the girl was like a weapon, ready to attack and fight anyone, without really sorting out, who or what it was. 

There are dogs that simply get their kicks out of brawls or fighting, and there was Nuna, who had inherited the same gene. When her anger and frustration had boiled up to a certain level, she needed just a trigger to detonate. And her first unknowing step towards that was, when she snapped her teeth inches from Dianne's muzzle.