Bramblepoint who's this stupid clown

Voices filtered up through the brush, and not long after, two wolves entered the clearing from the direction he had planned to go once he was done catching his breath and resting. She blocked his path quite deliberately, and Dune eyeballed the pair warily. He had known wolves to be territorial outside their own land, so he was unsurprised by her tenacity. Winter was a ruthless season, and she and her fellow comrade were likely ensuring that their hunting grounds were not encroached upon.

She mentioned a pack to the south, which he assumed these two belonged to, then she added in the bit about the one he had already visited. Dune had thought she might seek to recruit him, much as the black female had done in the other pack, but she made no move to, so he simply nodded in response, staying where he was and enjoying his break from picking through the brambles. Perhaps he would go east instead.