(You really can't change her age halfway through. That throws everything off when her age is part of the mini-plot that is going on. Two sentences.)
Ash had to choke back laughter. God, how he wanted to sink his teeth into both of their throats until they hung limply, their blood soaking into the dirt beneath them. The cocky little pups came onto HIS pack's territory and attacked his pack and insulted him. A lesser wolf would have killed them and left them for the crows by now. Ash was, however, not that much "higher" of a wolf so to speak. At a point he was not below killing pups. His muscles were trembling now, and his eyes flashed with amusement and something that may not have quite been perfect sanity. Mouth frothing, it was a wonder they weren't warning them to run from him. If she touched him again he would take her by the throat.
Ash, to say the least, was not in a good mood.