Great Bear Wilderness Where the mountains are less annoying and have a name

There is a phrase - calm before the storm. Sarah had guessed the boy's intentions the moment, he had approached her and demanded her to leave. You did not go from threatening to a calm conversation in an instant. Anger was like smoke billowing out of a volcano. Youths rarely had the restraint and self-control to make it stop. They went from detonation to *BOOM* very quickly.

Despite the boy's idea of being stealthy and clever in his tactics, his attack did not come as entirely unexpected. "Oh, come on... not another one..."  Sarah managed to think, before she sprang to her feet and with the bone still in her jaws avoided the boy's first attack. The wise thing would have been to run off there and then, but, when this was the second attempt by the same pack aimed at her in a matter of weeks, one could not blame for her to become a bit grouchy. Therefore she spat out the bone, and standing over her cache of bones, she snarled threateningly at the boy.

The food was hers and she did not intend to give it up lightly.