Can't go back now

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Sawtooth Spire was something of a fortress. This mountain was a dormant volcano of sorts. The remnants of an explosion long ago created sharp, jagged ridges that threatened to shred any wolf who misstepped. Traveling anywhere close to the Spire was no easy task, but that didn't keep any wolf from trying. They'd found a few new faces and were reunited with a few others. The massive storm that tore through these wilds was no easy thing, but because if it Tartok had a bastian.

They'd had an influx of wolves lately. He didn't understand it, but he wasn't about to question it. They were failing their hunts lately so it seemed they could use all the help they could get. When that howl rose up? There was a part of him that was hopeful, but when it came to meeting strangers, he approached with utmost caution. There were wolves out there unsuited for this family and it was his job to weed out those that wouldn't mix with their company.

Another one. Also male. It seemed this pack attracted that gender like flies. Head lifted, tail high, he neared this wolf at the borders with all the authority of his station as alpha. "What brings you to our borders?" he spoke, waiting to see if this wolf would submit properly. This dark wolf held himself proudly. His lips curled in a silent snarl. That wouldn't do.