Sleepy Fox Hollow Run, run lost boy

She's coiled to attack, the metaphorical venom pooling. 
just as she prepared to lunge a male appears, one the bitch is equally surprised and excited to see, apparently. Her expression sours- one wolf she could maybe handle, even to just get a few warning bites in. But two? And a broken rib? She growls in frustration. Two more appear, both from her own pack. Shes relieved, and this is a fight that would be easily won. 
It was a defining moment...she could order the attack and face the fallout, or... Her eyes narrow. 
"I'll leave. For now. Come near Donovan again and you won't be so lucky." 
She backs away, hating every moment of it, and not letting the shewolf or her boyfriend out of her sight. Her pack's wellbeing was more important. Until they were properly established, there was no point pissing off yet another pack.