Sly Fox Sand Dunes wandering child of the earth

There were two things the sand and the sun now told her, cradling her soul and pointing her muzzle toward a blood-curdling rattle. Kusuma stifled a surprised yip.

One, the snake was a threat. It made itself known as such rather quickly.

Two, she was bigger than the snake. Meaning one good bite to its neck - wherever... that... was... would make it stop. But nothing besides herself was being threatened, and at the sound of a Snake!, that yip surfaced and her paws moved, jumping backward just out of reach by the snake as it struck at the air, and fell hard at the paws of not one, but two canines. 

Her eyes had no time to travel up to meet theirs, the snake was not done with her, not yet. She met its scaled gaze and steadied herself, maw curling into a snarl. Kusuma says leave, scale-stick.