Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

It was nice to know they weren't exclusively being sought out by wolves here and there. It seemed his place was also frequented by unwelcome visitors and their policies were similar when it came to respecting their bounds. Nice to know there were other wolves who lived by a similar moral code when it came to trespassing and other such nonsense that really shouldn't have been an issue in the first place.

All the same, this border business was a tedious one. It seemed he had few clues as to where the wolves infiltrating their territory came from, while they at least had the semblance of a hint. No. They knew. Their wolves practically boasted of their origins. Tonravik filled this wolf in. Oh right. He'd married a cavewoman. Time for him to fill in the gaps.

"They do not speak the common tongue and use coyotes for translators." He still didn't get that. Every time the Spine encountered a coyote they ended up dead and their bones decorated their borders. "There is no conversing with them." Not truly. He was still convinced the coyote had twisted their words. "They also consider themselves above common pack law." They held no regard for borders whatsoever and couldn't take a hint no matter how many times they'd bloodied them. "We reminded them such things are not to be true."

As for their witchcraft? Tonravik spoke enough of that. Poisons of any kind were not something the Spine took lightly, but it did speak to what lengths these plains wolves would stoop to if their own strength was not enough. New to the neighborhood and already not painting themselves in good light. A shame, but a truth they'd made very clear the Spine could not ignore. How fitting, that, should the plains wolves taunt them again, their bodies would join the bones of coyotes and server further warning of those who drew near.