Lost Creek Hollow but take your time, think a lot

The bellersome roar in her ears confirmed her success, causing her to backfold her tender young ears even as her blue eyes alit upon Sionnach's form. Jet promptly attempted to clumsily wrap her forepaws around her victim even as her jaws attempted to both smirk and growl around their stubbornly-clenched mouthful. Far more impressive and successful by far was the slightly-older and less-mouthily-preoccupied Sionnach's growl, which drowned out Jet's feeble fur-muffled attempts pretty easily.

Valiantly Jet attempted again to yank Sionnach over in the direction she wished the pup to go. Jet didn't have the weight or authority to carry off such a move, however. Instead the smaller girl started to be dragged along as Sionnach bulled forward. Jet's sharp-clawed hindpaws scrabbled futilely at the dirt before inexorably being drawn under Sionnach's slightly-bigger paws and callously tramped upon. Mmwwrrr-rrrr! protested Jet, her words clear as mud but her intent somewhat less murky, especially as she clung grimly to the older pup's neck and redoubled her efforts to menacingly enwrap the beastly creature's throat with her front feet. She tried too to get her hindfeet under her again, and push the obnoxious older pup over into the dust where she belonged! Not a move likely to succeed, but Jet couldn't think what else to do at the moment—besides, y'know, that impossible option of giving up. Jet rolled her eyes about inquisitively and for once was not entirely pleased to note that Mother was off at the far side of the clearing still and rather preoccupied with wussy brother Spook. For once she really could use a bigger wolf's help, after all, she had to admit to herself if nothing else! Hwwwrrrr...! Jet's roving eyes cast about for some other being or object who might helpfully intervene.