Starglow Basin highway

there was no yielding, only reply. 

fiamma surged forward, aiming to seize the woman's lithe dark scruff in her jaws. should her aim be true, she'd clamp down, pin down, force down. . .

you should learn borders, she grunted, straining with the effort of holding this trespasser at bay. and not to go past a pack's claim.

perhaps she clenched hard enough to draw blood. even if not, she had the scent of the interloper in her nostrils, mixed with the hot, heady aroma of desert dust and flora.