hate is a strong word

He was patrolling the borders when a howl ringed in the air. It gave him high hopes. He seeked out any crazy wolf who dare comee to their borders. It always put something exciting in his day. So his legs had quickly carried him to the sorce, where a young lady stood.

He walked towards her, tail lifted confidently. "Unless you are here to join, be gone!" He highly doubted that she was here to join. The scent of a foreign Pack stuck heavily to her coat. He would give her limited time to leave.