Anger Management?

Frozen, considering what to do, it was her father who would break the stillness and emerge. Orca ducked even lower for a moment, watching as the feline snarled at her father and how her father did not even flinch, he answered it with an equally fierce snarl and stepped forward to meet the challenge. Orca watched in awe as a fight was ready to begin, but she did not do so from her crouched position. Orca stood up to her full height, head instinctively staying low as she approached from the other side causing the leopards attention to be diverted, dancing between the pair of dire wolves. A smarter child might have let their father kill the beast first, but it had something Orca wanted- the cub. She wanted to make sure that it stayed alive…and of course, she wanted to help her father kill the beast…. to prove her worth, so to speak.

The two dire wolves were as different as could be, her father large and looming, bulky in build. Orca was not yet grown, she was small in comparison to both leopard and wolf, but she was light of frame with lean developing muscles. She was fast, she could do this. Lips lifted in a snarl as ears fell back to her head, it didn’t even occur to her how ridiculous her snarl sounded compared to either the leopard or her father. Legs bent, prepared to move at a moments notice, she stepped closer, matching her fathers steps not perfectly but close. The imperfectness would cause her to be closer than her father was, but she couldn’t gauge that distance accurately. The snow leopard would shift its weight towards her and charge at her, a mock charge with a snarl, but it was enough to have the flighty pup darting to the side and forward, closer. A fleeting glance to her father would be given before she dove forward, attempting to bite at the flank of the snow leopard. The youth was confident that Acere would not let the feline hurt her, she was confident that he would take care of the dangerous part of the snow leopard- the mouth.