Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

The ire of Kaistleoki beset the intruder with little mercy; karma has come in the form of several fangs that were now digging themselves into She-wolf. Aliana saw the shocked look on the She-wolf’s face when she practically leaped out of nowhere, and it was utterly priceless. She probably wasn't accounting that the Pack would be home to such large wolves like Ira and herself. She could only imagine what was going through her head right now. 
 
Fear? Panic? Anger?

Didn’t matter. Not at this moment. As hungry as she could be, she should have known. So punishment must be dealt and a lesson must be taught. 

After watching a bit, the she-wolf began to lash out, fangs scoring Ira’s muzzle. Anger sparking up again, and Aliana quickly leaped into the fray with a snarl, fangs bared. She sunk them into the She-wolf’s flank, pulling and shaking her head roughly. She tore the skin and dug into the flesh, blood danced on her tongue. Not a terrible wound but one that would hurt and leave a scar. A reminder to seek permission before taking something that’s not hers. A reminder that next time if she did this again with another pack, she might not just leave with a few painful wounds.