Neverwinter Forest Children of the Firehawk

She struck easily, teeth digging grooves on the brown snout of the wolf opposing her. There was a bit of blood, normal for a muzzle wound, as she hadn't marked him too much. The roar of her own alpha had distracted. Her from doing anything more, her body between them making her pull back, a snarl ripping through her vocal chords as the shit-talker was defended. 

For a moment, her eyes did not move from him, mind so focused on her self-appointed task that she did not recognize the dark wolf between them at first. But she made no move, her snarl dying as she glanced at her alpha, her posture reflecting the she-wolf's dominance. "Tonravik." There was no scramble to defend what she'd done, and was still tempted to do. No justification. 

Instead, Kroc's eyes settled on the male, her malevolent gaze focusing on him once more. "Go on, fucker. You wanna talk shit, do it now, to her face instead of being a motherfucking coward." The growl was edging back into her voice, daring him to decline the offer to repeat his words.