Swiftcurrent Creek Caribou Jerky

she wouldn't submit- she was tired of wolves believing themselves superior. 
"you wish, bitch" she snarled, low under her breath, and did not shift her stance. driven by foolish anger, her usual composure had faded over the long months of hardship and solitude, replaced by something grittier and more flammable. she lifted her chin, not breaking her stance, though her rational mind screamed at her to not be so stupid and run, run, run.