I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE IN THE FLESH

A snarl, a threat from an inferior, met her ears. Tail flicking in annoyance, she looked up from her cleaning and returned the snarl. Hers was much louder, her chest rumbled with it and the timbre of her voice dislodged small icicles along the doorway of the captains quarters. She stood, glaring at the heavily scarred canine with pale yellow optics.
"So eager to fight, mutt. It is not always wise to pick a fight with the devil."
She growled, long tail lashing behind her. Thick muscles rippled as she leapt at the beast and tore him to pieces. With that over and done with, the monster tossed his carcass overboard like a ragdoll.

Yet another wondrous fantasy playing in her head, too bad it would not get to happen, not yet at least.

As the snarl met her rounded audits, she looked up calmly from her inspection of her paws. Pale fire burned in her eyes, and she stared at the scarred male with a look of disdain. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse. She thought to herself, standing swiftly. Thick muscles rippled as she leapt into the roof of the captains quarters, letting her tail tip hang over the edge in a taunting manner.
"Why must you wolves insist on being so quick to rush into battle? It's no wonder you die so quickly."
She growled, grinning snarkily at the stranger. Her light gold gaze was riddled with mirth as she stared down the pathetic mutt. Sure, she had fled, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with this waste of fur and flesh. A single paw would lazily leave the surface of the metal roof, and long claws would glide easily from their sheaths and scrape against the metal, long and slow and deliberate. The sound was quite similar to her own screeches, and she knew it would torment the poor puppy.