Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

Farstep spurred the black female's retreat; Terich walked away; and Capriccio aimed her frustration, her ire, her broken trust and all that was negative upon him. His ears kissed his skull as she snarled at him, and his muzzle flinched away as she snapped at him. He did not so much as curl a lip above a fang, nor twitch his tail, growl or bristle in response. He accepted her reprimand willingly. He had made the ground rough beneath his paws, and he would stand on it, even if he was not fully aware of exactly what had spurned the Alpha female. In time, he would know.

For now, he let her leave, and then left on his own in the opposite direction.