Cedar Sweep I'm just burnt out from pleasing you

The chase was swift all the way to the river that separated this woodland from the pack's.
She could hear it gurgling as she neared, but all the way, she could hear that woman. Taking shortcuts and certainly more surefooted. Vanity was used to mountains, not moss.
The soft ground didn't suit her pace.

She slowed, knowing that she was there. She had to be, lying in wait.
She couldn't cross the river anyway - not that she wanted to.
"Well well, what to do?" She stopped, watching the bushes for a flicker of white.
She panted, the run was exhilarating. 

They might fight. They might just have a pissing match. Vanity once again prepared herself defensively, knowing the other had the upper hand.