Sleeping Dragon A New Wolf

Her ears prick forward once she hears the howl, distracting herself from the task at hand. A few wolves had come to their borders for refuge, some for other motives, and keep her mountain marked and strong had quickly become a priority. Goliath had proven to be a good asset to the pack, making himself useful right away in storing their caches and keeping their borders protected.

Thuringwethil closes the distance between the loner and herself, lifting her head over her square shoulders and arching her tail. Her scent came in different directions as if she’d been nervously moving back and forth, leaving her own mess behind. The dark wolf’s fur bristles along the back of her neck, quietly growling a warning should the other have ill-intentions at her borders.

"What do you want?"