swear i can be true

So this was where the wolves came to fight. She had heard, a wolf like her could be "claimed" shed like to see someone try but a good spat to weild her muscles would be fortunate. Ruby curled her tail, that pup she had had her scent all mingled with hers. Then again she /was/ his mother was she not?

She called for a fight, letting the wind pick up leaves as her luxurious purple coat flowed like ocean grass. A fight would ruin her fur she would need to make sure she knew the closest stream to clean off.