The womens teeth encountered the leather of her collar. No anger erupted in her gut, only pure disgust. If Firefly thought she had to dominate her, then she was a fool. Svara would show this women she was no her bitch, and she would be no one elses bitch either. She was a fool. Pulling back from the she wolf who's grip on the top of her collar was tight Svara threw her head up sure and fast. It was a move that would require freedom from the sadira, or the she wolf would surely know what it was like to get her nose crushed with the force of her head being thrown into it.
This was rediculous what gave her the right to take something away from her? She didn't like it there for she was going to destroy it? If she didn't back off Svara was really going to take her on, and there was going to be blood.
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