Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

Miffed did not even begin to explain the silver-tipped Roux-Abrhen. Farstep made to shadow her, his disapproval written upon his features, and the disdain within his eyes – one did not need words to communicate such emotion. Even Taggarik stepped in front of the stranger, shielding Capri from the woman and blocking her from view temporarily. Her own hackles bristled – her fury vibrated through her very being, and had she been less infuriated, she might have found the ebony male almost endearing in the way he made to protect her.
 
His new, lunatic girlfriend was far too instilled in her nature to accept words as a breakup – no, for some reason, Capri needed to take him from her, and the she-wolf withheld a snort, biting back the reply that she would not be fighting for him but for her pack mates. Taggarik had clearly made his choice – albeit the blood had not been in his brain at the time.
 
She felt a bitter pity for the woman, who despite everything, could not grasp what they were saying. And while Capri was no puppet, she had also tired quite quickly of the conversation. Sweeping forward swiftly now, her form lifted to her full height, her movements were powerful as she side-stepped Taggarik, her form at the cusp of threatening Saghani’s own space within only moments.
 
Her tail remained arced, but her muzzle tucked slightly to protect her nape, her ears thrust forward, and her lips pulled back – writhing as a snarl escaped her. Her tongue slid out, venom-like, and jerking forward with a snap, she did not aim to grab flesh but to threaten – her patience had far worn thin, and if this intruder needed her tail yanked from her ass to make a point, she was not necessarily above doing so.