Strangers are nearby, and this I am very much dissatsified with because my mate was not around in this moment of time. I can hear their breathing so very close, my inken black coat rising along my spine and ruff as I grow defensive. If they continue I will spill their blood, and it will drip and mat my fur like liquid cherry candy, and yet I feel weaker than I normally should. My soft plush coat is standing out on end now, and yet it does not even make me seem that much bigger. I was always small no matter what I did to try to appear bigger, and yet it really never bothered me.

I can feel my lithe muscles curl under my soft plush coat, because they will not gain anything from me. A deeper growl than one would expect from one my size seeps forward, as I carefully creep forward from where my pups were nestled against the furthest den wall, ready to remain within the den confines and yet make it known I was no target. My tail is high behind me, my posture aggressive and proud, a sinister gleam in my violet and rose red eyes, a simple peek at hidden savagery, and still I creep forward.

I lower myself and meld with the shadows, they cannot see nothing save for my pair of glowing dark violet and rose red eyes. I snap with vicious intent at anything I can reach, a deep snarl bubbling from my throat or as it may seem, the shadows themselves. I back up the slightest and watch, when a muzzle too close for comfort appeared I snapped with all my strength, intending to clamp down hard, crush, and release. Deeper snarls are released, snapping a few more times, waiting for the intruders to back off.