Stavanger Bay I got that lava flow.

Charon nearly answered the question that the wolf posed, but he managed to shut his jaw and swallow the question in time. The youth glared at the wolf, who just continued to piss on the tree. The nerve! Charon swiftly trotted up to the tree, body still held dominantly. He bared his teeth at the stranger, who said that he didn't own this specific tree, or anything at all, and Charon took the stranger's place - if he had moved somewhat away from the tree - or took another spot upon the tree, where he lifted his leg and emptied his bladder. Charon didn't usually go around marking things, but this wolf was irritating him, and the way he pretended that Charon didn't own anything here irritated him most of all.

"Yeah? Well, I'm this pack's Beta," Charon lied, and he settled his leg back down while he glared at the stranger, daring him to challenge the claim. "And who are you?"