[IC Joining] Cliff Notes

The bearish creature tracked him, picking up his trail once it started near their borders. Her pace was a quick one, fierce eyes narrowed as she sought him out, a rumble roiling in her throat like a curl of thunder, ready to erupt in monumentous anger. These wolves knew nothing of respect when it came to the borders and with Tonravik about to pop and deliver child shaped confetti, Kroc was ready to crack some skulls.

Sure enough, he sat practically on top of their scent mark; the Beta had no issue rushing him then, in plain view unless he was paying no attention whatsoever. If he didn't move out of the way, her shoulder would check him in the throat and she would shove him back. As it was, her muzzle twisted into a terrible snarl, teeth bared in plain threat.

Her silent command was simple as she postured at him: Back the fuck up. No stranger to attack one so near, Kroc openly threatened to introduce him to a world of pain if he did not obey.