Firefly Glen I was sleeping in the garden when I saw you

Odessia had left the strange-looking man many days ago and had—for the most part—kept to herself. She knew that as a pack animal, she could not expect to survive on her own forever, though. She would need to acquire others to aid her in survival; this was the way of the wild.
When the pungent odor of estrus made her nose wrinkle, it quickly changed Odessia's mood from neutral to downright feral. The prior spring, she had noted the smell and even welcomed her mother's new children. Now, however, there was a new edge to the scent that called on males. Odessia quickly found that she wanted nothing more than to make sure this other female was no longer her competition.
Teeth bared and hackles raised, she charged at the woman with a certain rage she had not even known possible even an hour before now. Her eyes flashed and she fully intended to take this other female down—or at least chase her off—as soon as wolfishly possible.