Tuktu Hinterlands Bet you won't

Sovereign heard the low growl, and attentively did she focus on the enclosing male with a curl of her lip, the show of ivory teeth paired with burning golden eyes glaring into him as he came closer. 

Her hackles razored along her spine, tail arcing high over her hips as she clipped her teeth at him as a warning to fuck off.
Her stance adjusted in preparation for the oncoming fight, muzzle tucked to protect her throat.