Silverlight Terrace Motivation is such an aggravation

"The Moonspear... Is that the mountain claim there?" Dante's nose indicated the peak yonder, the one wreathed in Charon and the nameless black female's scent. "If so, there will be no relations. I am fairly positive your Alpha wouldn't want them either." He fought a losing battle to keep the slight tinge of derision out of his voice at calling Charon by his likely new title. "Best we stick to our own territories." He wasn't exactly unfriendly in delivering this, but he wasn't fond of the idea of these Moonspear wolves poking around the plateau. They had no need of allies, especially not those who likely bore them ill will as a result of their leadership.