Roaen's eyes narrowed at Dax's challenge and a wicked grin curved her lips. He took a step back from her giving her a choice. Run, or lose. She would not lose. He may be alpha, but he was still a man. And men didn't beat her.<br/><br/>She walked away and stopped by Claire, a clawed hand gripping her shoulder tightly. She leaned in, her red lips close the female's ear. "Time to run, little bitch," she said in an excited tone. It wasn't meant rudely, just simply stated between two females. Her hand slid down Clair's back and slapped her ass before she took off. Yanking open the the door, she pulled the shirt from her torso and pulled the pants from her legs, ripping the material in her haste. Laughing, she jumped off the porch, shifting as she did so, and landing on four paws, claws digging into the dirt beneath her. She let out a short bark as she ran, her small form quick and zigzagging in and out of the trees, throwing her scent this way and that.