Dragoncrest Cliffs it puts you in a situation where you're made to feel dumb.

beneath the annoyance the true anger had ebbed. erzulie found herself in the familiar element of protection with an excuse to hone her mastery and ivoried teeth on the whelp.
perhaps a good beating might aid him in thinking twice when he went to seek another pack.
he moved and she followed, silent, tail stiff, in the age-old posture of a wolf coming for blood.
her teeth flashed for the side of his neck, forelegs rising to encircle him. erzulie's eventual aim was to pin him beneath her, and not in a particularly appealing way. 
if he wished conflict, he would receive it.