Northstar Vale will the real slim shady please stand up

Thus far, Duskvale's tolerance had been treated with all due respect, for which the lead bitch was grateful. In spite of this, Saena was no less prepared for the eventual possibility that someone without a shred of sense in their head would ruin it. She hadn't expected it to be so soon, but she shouldn't have been surprised, either. In her time leading packs in the wilds, she'd met no shortage of those who didn't know the meaning of respect or self-preservation. When the pungent scent of unfamiliar piss hit her nose, she was brought back to the time someone had marched right into her maple forest and tried to challenge her, and she was on her feet and running in an instant. She was not the most qualified, being that she still wasn't fully healed, but she was the lead bitch, and she would lead the charge, damnit.

It wasn't a very far run to the intruder. Jackrabbit was right in the heart of the pack's current stomping grounds, only about a quarter mile from where they were feasting on a recent kill. Surely some pack mates had also risen from the site and were in pursuit of their leading female, but Saena was first on the scene. With a deep snarl that warned of her violent intentions and advised running away, the first wolf ducked her head low, kicked her heels into the ground, and went right for Jackrabbit's foreleg at her max velocity, swift and sure as an arrow.