Redhawk Caldera it doesn't care about being stung by bees

I decided to delete my initial reply and repost it with some revisions, in case you were wondering. :)

It wasn't long before someone noticed her and came hurtling down the mountainside. Honey Badger slowed, then stopped, pivoting to face him as he closed the gap between them. She bristled, her ears lying back momentarily then splaying aggressively as her silver bottlebrush of a tail lifted over her hips. She braced her legs and took a few stiff steps toward him, displaying her lack of fear.

The silver wolf sent up a howl calling for backup, which made Honey Badger's jaws part in a taunting laugh. She was barely larger than a common coyote and this wolf probably weighed twice as much as her, yet he couldn't face her on his own? Her electric yellow eyes never wavered as the gap narrowed, though her head dipped low to protect her throat. The laugh became a leering snarl. She had the confidence of a wolf ten times her size.

Then the situation changed in a significant way: another wolf came charging onto the scene, heeding her pack mate's call. The red blur came speeding toward Honey Badger, smaller but faster than her gray brethren. Facing odds of two against one, the yearling was forced to acknowledge her limits. She was daring and dauntless but she wasn't downright stupid. Still, she wasn't about to flee with her tail between her legs. It wasn't her style.

Instead, she broke into a lope which carried her away from the approaching wolves, maintaining a distance of about a hundred yards between them. She kept her head and tail high and showed no sign of exiting the territory. Rather, she led them on a chase around the mountain's base, though she took the time to shout over her shoulder, "How about a fair fight, fireball?" This was, of course, directed at the second wolf, who was just about Honey Badger's size, perhaps even a bit larger.