Broken Antler Fen with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

the approaching figure has her pause, neutral, initially, until the curl of her tail and the tilt of her muzzle becomes apparent. it is a girl her own age that approaches her, and the knowledge that they are therefore equals has her own tail curl, lips peel back a fraction. having no knowledge of the pack that settles just beyond she sees the approach only as an act of aggression, and reacts as such. 

Black Hat's advice comes to mind—do not waste the advantage of acting first. the word she barks out is too foreign, and all too easily interpreted as yet another sign of aggression. she's motionless until she isn't, surging forward to tear at the other girl's shoulder, remembering well the folly of a direct attack to the face, neck.