Bonesplinter Ravine You've been out all night

Fury was also patrolling. There was so little time before her children would be born, and so after finding and securing a whelping den, she went to the Ravine. 

Deep, angular and jutting, dangerous. But her paws slowly came to remember it as she picked across the barely-wide-enough ridges. 
Her eye caught Arashi, then the Fawny colored Bitch from all the way in the Taiga.

The rough bark was met on Diesels opposite side by a feral, bestial snarl and fully bared teeth getting way too close.
The pregnancy wouldn't stop her from lunging at Diesel's hocks, aiming quick fangs for the dog's closest hind leg. 
The effort was to injure and maim, to rend and shred and break- hinder the use of the leg she was going for. 

This brazen bitch wouldn't be leaving the valley of the Strath any time soon if Fury had anything to say about it. Let alone the Ravine. 

Imprisonment of the dog was preferred, but she'd kill her no problem if it came down to it.