Lake Rodney In the hall of the mountain king

He could never quite land a hit where he wanted; she was quite the quick, slippery bitch. His tongue writhed against his teeth when he tasted her blood, though it wasn't the lifeblood he had been hoping to flush from her. He didn't have much time to dwell on that, as she darted for his own throat. Peregrine moved to block her, taking the brunt of her assault on the side of his muzzle. Now both their snouts were bloodied.

Normally, pride would have stopped him from considering calling in backup or in any way backing down from a fight. He would and could deal with her by himself. However, as he tasted his own blood now, he began to rethink things a bit. For the first time, Peregrine considered summoning his pack mates to help him deal with this pest. He felt sure he could wear her down on his own but it would be much quicker if he had help. And it would speak loud and clear of their new claim on this stretch of ground.

"You stubborn whore, I'm going to give you five seconds to walk away in one piece. If you don't, not only will I call my pack to tear you to pieces, we'll wage full-out war on your squatters in Haunted Wood." There was an implication in there, though Peregrine didn't expect her to hear it, considering how thick her skull was. But with the caldera shifting its range, there might be less tension and more tolerance... if only she didn't blow it right here and now.