Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

The sound of angry voices caught Artaax's attention as he made his way back home. In spite of his last foray out into the Wilds ending with him trapped in a cave with a lunatic, he found that he had enjoyed his time hunting in different locations. Unlike last time, however, it had been rather fortunate today that he had headed out, for it had put him in exactly the right place to come across the situation that was unfolding near the ravine - and this was not a party the young guardian would have wanted to miss.

Many had gathered - some he knew by sight, some by scent, and some he knew not at all but for the stench of their new too-close-for-comfort neighbors that stained their hides. The large, almost-yearling strode towards the group and slid silently into place beside Blixen with hackles raised and bi-colored eyes watchful. Tension was high and teeth were bared, but Artaax may have passed for calm as his gaze travelled between the strange wolves, his sister's words echoing in his ears. Traitor. Ours. Got it.