Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

the wolf was successfully intimidated, halting and moving to go far around the mastiff. 

( but diesel wouldn't be diesel if she knew when not to push her luck. )

smirking, self-satisfied, tbe bitch ran alongside the treeline, to intercept the wolf, thinking to further enjoy taunting an opponent bigger than herself.

her bark was mixed with mocking laughter.

"-hat'sh 'rong, snho'lake? 'isshed yourshelh?"