Meadowlark Prairie Surprise!

Harley slowed as she fell with a whine of worry and lowered his head to her. With a lick of her cheek, he nodded, but before he even sat down the scent of a female made him pause. 
She approached in the next moment, and he stepped in front of his mate with a cautious look. She seemed to know Althaia, but turned on Harley with viscious words. Hackles raising, the wolfdog defended himself.
               "I SAVED my mate, actually. On more than one occasion."
His tail was in a neutral position, but his head and ears were high and forward. Not exactly dominant, but proud. Maybe a dash of offended. Who was this female to come in and threaten HIM over the woman he'd nursed back to health and took from Moonspear.