Ankyra Sound Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Aningan was but an acquaintance to Raleska, but that day that he approached her Raleska innately knew he was not here to exchange pleasantries. The hard bite of her gaze shrewdly passed him over: he was her age, her height, and physically, her equal. 

She straightened her posture. The flare of her fur rippled out, projecting like quills from her lithe frame. With her jaw set and her tail held above Aningan's, the girl met his gaze in challenge: do it, bitch.