Whiteface took the dragon's standing up as a threat. She lowered her head and let out a rumbling growl, her six to nine inch long teeth bared and ready to snap at him. Whiteface wasn't sure if this was another shifter, or a enemy perhaps. Maybe both.
Even though her hip was badly wounded, she decided to give this creature a fair warning and charged him. Though it was only a bluff and she stopped about half way, snapping her jaws at the air and growling as she skidded to a halt. Her hip probably hurt her too much to give her any kind of advantage if her and the dragon fought. It was visibly nasty, possibly something in need of treatment. That was if she didn't eat the one getting close enough to see to the gash.

























