Swiftcurrent Creek Fear knows no bounds...

Hello! I'm not sure if you're aware, but one wolf making eye contact with another is usually seen as a show of dominance and a challenge.

Fox headed toward the call before it stopped, but apparently Haunter had already beaten her. Curious to see how he would handle the situation, Fox hung back and observed out of sight for the time being. Their voices floated toward her, though the newcomer who introduced himself as Ferdie spoke more than Haunter. That was no surprise, considering the one-eared raven rarely spoke at all. It seemed the stranger had brought along a gift of sorts, something Fox was quite pleased about.

However, the constant staring at Haunter simply would not do, and Fox would not have her subordinates be challenged by outsiders. With a huff, the yearling revealed her location with a chuff and trotted toward the mingling wolves. “It would be wise for you to respect those you seek residence with, Mister Pelt.” If he refused, she and Haunter would waste no time in chasing him away. While Fox herself was hardly an imposing figure, she knew that Haunter would not put up with that kind of challenging eye contact.