Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

The rogue allowed the smallest of growls to seep past his lips – and despite the whimper that passed his lips shortly after, it was enough to stir the she-wolf’s own, relaxed form to stiffen, and her tail to arc higher as her eyes shot down to study him carefully.
 
Taggarik was quick to see the offense in it too, and what had been once friendly banter had triggered a more serious reaction. The ebony Alpha swept forward, his lips curled back and his teeth revealed in a much more serious display of his dominance – one he could have used from the start, had his own amiable personality not attempted to show through.
 
Porcupine Ridge was thriving, and were not destitute for members. They could be as particular as they liked, at this point, and her gaze flashed between the two, offering a small shake of her own charcoal muzzle. “You could have all the strengths in the world, but none of it will matter to this pack if you are not comfortable in your own skin – and if you do not understand the hierarchy,” she murmured then, her brows arching as she awaited a response from him.