YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

The wolf became hostile, hackles and tail raising with it's lips, bloodied teeth baring as he snarled a threat. His residence? She had not smelled any scent markers or heard him call her out earlier. "Last time I checked, this was neutral land." She growled smoothly in reply, her hackles rising slightly in warning. Lips would lift a touch, revealing her own fangs, pearly and relatively clean. She was not in the mood for a fight, but should this come to it she would gladly set this little prick straight. She heard the skittering of tiny claws on the warped wooden boards underfoot as the mouse she had been trying to get earlier made it's hasty escape. With a tiny squeak, the rodent left the room.
Crimson gaze was cool as she met the icy glare of her opponent, she did not issue a threat, she simply held her hackles up a bit in defense, and proclaiming that she would not back down to this mongrel. She was not afraid, she had the obvious size advantage, and she would not be blinded by rage that this dog seemed to harbour at a constant time.