Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

The stranger kicked at her in an attempt to get her to let go. Though the effort barely dissuaded her. They seemingly bounced off of the thick guard hairs that were backed by powerful muscles molded, tested, and strengthened by years of ordeals.  A measly kick will do nothing but surprisingly Aliana did let go. A bleeding wound was left in her wake as her jaws went to seek another place grab.
 
This was what she wanted to do in the first place with the trespasser, unfortunately, slipping by her. Aliana roughly grabbed the trespasser by the nape, a little too roughly as she felt and tasted more hot blood well up. Aliana ignored it while she raised a forepaw and placed it down on the She-wolf’s back. Together with her weight and strength, she pressed down in an effort to get the She-wolf down onto the ground. That’s all she wanted out of her; to lay down and submit. She would bite harder if the She-wolf were to struggle. 
Aliana did all of this trying to keep in mind that this was some young wolf, a yearling who was a few months old. But still, a yearling who should have known better.