you've been waiting far too long.

Autumn couldn't help herself from teasing, which would likely get her into a bigger pickle. "Awww, is da wittle puppy angwy?" She taunted in a baby voice as the wolf lunged. She barely leaped away, not without almost getting trapped by her long, puffy, luscious tail. Now a bit of Autumn's cherry fur was in the wolf's jaws. Autumn glanced at the small bare spot on her tail. A dot of blood appeared and grew a bit, the dark crimson staining nearby fur temporarily. The same thing had happened when she was chased by the mountain wolf. "You're hungry," She muttered. "Unfortunately, I am too, and I will be living till tomorrow's breakfast!" She yapped loudly, and leapt towards the wolf with her fangs bared. She aimed for the girl's shoulder- not a vital area, but an area that would be easy for her to hold onto.