Whitefish River rude awakening

she takes a step forward, wanting to charge into what is clearly a fight but seeing little of the attacker. there - black and white, the size of a fox, coyote, maybe, but wide - and she stood on, tensed and waiting for an opening, heart pumping. and then that scream again, different. a death scream. crunch of bone, the wild trembling of the undergrowth, and the creature was tossed aside, the dark male victorious. 

"shit." came her voice, finally, eyes bright as they fixed on the male. "that—you're awesome!" it was one of the few true fights she'd seen, but she recognized the way with which he fought was different, reckless.