Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

She didn't react, which only keyed Kiwi up more.  She was worth more than being ignored.  Then a guy showed up, some stranger who she hadn't yet met.  Kiwi gave out a low growl, spoiling for a fight.  She couldn't explain why, but something was shoving her, clouding her mind and making her itch to rip this other wolf a new one.

This odd mix of revulsion, attraction, and dominance swirled in her.  She wouldn't be Kiwi if the latter didn't win out, though.  They weren't in Firebird claim, but they were in her space and it was enough.  She rushed at them, her teeth bared as she beelined for Yellowbelly.