Getting into Trouble

The massive female was never far from home, more often then not wandering the boarder or sleeping close to Newt's den in case she was called upon or needed. Blind eyes would sweep the forest as ears attentively swiveled to and fro to catch any sounds that might be of interest. A twig snapped behind her and at first she believed it to be a rabbit, the heart beat smaller and quicker then that of a wolfs, but as her nose quivered she noticed that there was a particular wolf scent. That really only left one option then. It was a puppy. Head craned over her shoulder and she smiled devilishly. The pup was far enough away and heading perpendicular to her. Scarred features twisted into a menacing snarl, body slipping low to the ground and she began to creep, keeping low and down wind of the young male. When she got as close as she thought she could get without alerting him she coiled her haunches beneath herself and launched herself forward. Hopefully she would land behind him, but if he wasn't traveling too fast she might get lucky and land with the pup between her forepaws. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE SALAMANDER?!?!" Words were drawn from deep in her gullet, bellowing them so a bit of saliva was flung with her words. But even as soon as the words left her mouth she broke into a devious cackle. God... If only she could have seen the look on his face...