Phoenix Maplewood Invasion

My turn? IDEK. Sorry if it's not!

Vega’s ears flattened as the voices of her pack mates drifted forward. The shredding of flesh and gargles of the now deceased wolves had desisted, and the ebony she-wolf cast a cold gaze toward the wolf who had been so foolish to not only trespass on to claimed lands, but challenge the leadership within it – dominance was a very natural aspect of life.. but did they not think that the wolves who lived here would also protect their home?
 
As the rather homely looking male questioned the scent of the wolf, Vega regarded as a few of her pack mates offered their opinion of it. She stated nothing – her own nostrils were filled with the scent of blood, and she would not barge her way between everyone to get a closer look at their intruder. Instead, she remained vigilante on the outskirts of the gathering, her gaze drifting from her pack members to scan the length of the borders for any other possible intrusion.