Strong is all that Matters

She was surprised. She'd been so concentrated on the trespasser that she hadn't smelled Scimitar. Of course he has to just start fighting. Star preferred words before fangs, if possible. She thought she'd been handling it fine, and maybe he would've gone, but instead they'd have to fight out some big long battle. Now she couldn't find out why he smelled like their former packmate either. I don't have time for this, she thought lazily. She had been running along most of her morning, and she didn't need some battle now. But she figured it would be hard to talk to the wolf if her alpha's fangs were at his throat.

Of course, these thoughts all passed very quickly. Moments after she followed her alpha into the fight. Her white fangs gleamed. It reminded her of a last name she used to have, but she'd dropped it when she left behind her father. She wanted the smallest trace of his effect on her as possible, and if that meant dropping his last name, Snowfang, so be it. Star snapped her jaws at the silver trespasser's heels, and barreled into him hard, attempting to knock him over.