Swiftcurrent Creek And I can't help you fix yourself

She halted abruptly, ears pinning back. So he was going to take it to Arlette? And take all the credit for it? At first, she wanted nothing more than to wheel around and go grab it again so that he wouldn't get to take credit for her kill, and ward him away from it in the process. 

Nothing stimulated her more than conflict, after all. 

But in the moments where she paused to consider what to do, he'd already picked up the bird, and had walked off with it. She whirled around, wild-eyed, only to see that he'd left with her catch. Overwhelmed, she made a soft snip with her teeth and began to pursue him, knowing he couldn't be too far ahead. He hadn't bolted off. 

When she caught sight of him, she uttered a demanding, high pitched bark and stomped one foot on the ground. Bared teeth, still with gaps where they had yet to fill in, demanded that he drop the bird.