Haunted Wood desperation

The boy stood still, holding his posture tall. Instead of an answer, a hint of a growl was given, and honestly? It only pissed her off. He had to be stupid, that or he craved death. Why else would someone charge forward into a pack's territory with an aggressive demeanor? Unfortunate that he picked probably the worst pack to mess with.

Moments passed as Alison stood, her tail high showing she would not back down. She gave him a chance, but he had given her his answer. She bared her teeth, her own growl rising as he challenged her. Wrong place to be a fool, boy. She charged forward, teeth seeking his pelt.