Spotted Eagle Mountain Like a Dog Chasing Cars

Tonravik heard the heavy plod of the pale wolves steps, and were it anything less than what it was she might have remained at ease. As it stood, his quick pace foretold the potential of attack, and so Tonravik herself arched her path to get out of his immediate reach should that be his intent. His words were cheery, but Tonravik trusted none. He came closer, and his question was met with a blink. The whole of her was at attention, but his finishing words brought clarity to her.

The alpha female licked her chops. "You keep to yours, I keep to mine," she responded gruffly, having no interest in other terms. "If you wish to leave yours, perhaps I might welcome you to mine." She shrugged. He was a mountain wolf, after all. It was not that simple, of course, hence the "perhaps"... but Tonravik knew all that did not matter, because this pale wolf before him led the place. It was rare leaders could acclimate to the life of a subordinate.