Betty cowers down in a corner, her back paw smarting but she can't help watching the fight in front of her. There's something familiar about it...

After a few attempts at overwhelming the bigger dog, the pack is worse for wear and starting to consider pulling back. Even the leader is worried, not able to keep his teeth in the dog's fur, something he's never had a problem with before. It was like the Great Dane had grown armored fur all of the sudden, he couldn't be stopped.

Finally, they all fall back, licking their wounds and yelping that they'll be back with friends! But likely, they'll keep their distance from now on.