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Relaxed he may have been, but the black wolf was nonetheless aware of his surroundings, and alert to the faint scent of rabbit, blood, and wolf - wolf that he did not recognize. Had he been on the borders, he would not have been alarmed, but here in the heart of his domain, he was instantly on alert, rising to his paws and bristling. He immediately set off to discover the source of the scent and picked up a foreign trail. His defensive pace was just shy of a full out sprint as he barelled through the snow.

He could not fully see the white wolf as she reached out to pull a rabbit and crow both into a hollow tree - a peculiar thing. This enraged him further, that not only did she dare to tread so boldly onto his clearly marked lands, but that she took from the mouths of him and his wolves. Taggarik charged forward, slamming his heavy paws down in front of the hollowed out tree, where he bent down and snarled savagely into makeshift den. His tail was stiff and bristled, thrust into the air above him, and the furs along his nape and spine had risen like sharp daggers.

His face was not so near that he could be struck without being able to return a strike, but unmistakable was his intent that this trespasser would not escape. His fierce, unyieling snarl paused only enough for a severe command to be growled out. "Get out." Out of that tree. Out of his territory. The rabbit and the crow he would take as penance, along with the taste of her own blood as he laid his furious teeth upon her.