The Heartwood thunderstruck

Sovereign watched as Ensio denied the agouti woman, who shot her what seemed to be an accusing glare before Zharille ended up coming too close and pressing herself into the pale girl, who let out a loud, guttural growl of warning and a flash of her teeth, the sharp clap of teeth on air near the face in a final warning to back the fuck off as Sov stood her ground and even shoved back some, tail flagged high, nape and hackles razored along her spine to hopefully send the message that she was not going to be an easy target or anything close to the sort. 
She had lost so much already and her dignity nor pride was going to be next.

If Zharille wanted to fight to earn her place as ''top dog'' in Sov's mind or whatever else, so be it, but otherwise, the pale giant was not bending willingly. 
Not yet, at the very least.