Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

The Goldenmute/wolf-cross was right about the dangers of approaching another person, who had food in it's possessions. Nunataq rarely shared her food (to be fair, Merrick was the only on) and were her jaws not busy, holding her whole body weight in the branch, she would have munched on the male's face. With things being as they were, the girl side-downard-glanced at the guy, huffed and returned to the more important task at hand. She growled, did a hefty pull, an ominous crack followed and then she fell, showered by the confetti of meat, snow, pieces of bark and twigs and scraps of meat. The broken end of the branch nearly missed the guy (or, in case he was standing too close - hit him) and pulled Nunataq's head down in an uncomfortable angle. She let go of it instantly, shook her cranium to get all the possible dislocated vertebra and strained muscles in order and then attacked greedily the piece of ear that was lying few yards away. The rest of her claim was scattered in the vicinity of the stranger.