Blacktail Deer Plateau I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs

Junior dogged Finley's steps but made no move to harass her other than verbally—until the gray she-wolf made a flagrant show of defiance. Then the young Warrior found herself pitching forward, ignoring the healing cuts on her legs, the cramp in her sternum and even the slight pounding in her temples. She snarled loudly as she galloped to close the space between them, aiming her sharp teeth directly at her enemy's weak spot: the wound on her back.

Despite all her training as a Warrior, Junior's haste caused her to overlook an obstacle in her path. She tripped right over the tree root, twisting her ankle and flying to the ground. By some miracle, her forelegs went unscathed in the fall as she overturned, her left shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. She might not have lost her wind but because of Finley's earlier attack, she felt an unpleasant tightness in her chest and could only sip the air as she righted herself.

Finley was already parading toward the borders, head and tail held high. The sight caused Junior to clench her jaw and hoist herself to her feet with an angry grunt. She trotted after the trespasser—her smarting ankle and shortness of breath did not allow a higher speed—and by the time Junior reached the plateau's edge, Finley had already dropped out of sight, presumably traipsing down the towpath into unclaimed territory.