The scars that mark my body, they are silver and gold

Titana bristled, her eyes narrowing. "Fuck you" she snarled softly, then lunged for the bigger gray wolf. Pure anger coursed through her veins like fire, overcoming all instinct and logic. Scent markings faded into the back of her mind now, she cared about nothing except for this brute. Never mind that the top of her head was just level with his muzzle, that he was obviously more powerful and experienced. And the fact that there were two of them.