Porcupine Ridge A cada necio agrada su porrada.

I didn't mean that they were washed and gone, I meant like... The smell of 'cold' was screwing him up. Sorry I'll try to be more clear.

There was a pack here, of that the boy was sure. He didn't know what to do next, and thus only lingered on the fringe of the territory; he loitered by one of the markers, wondering if someone would notice him. It didn't take long for something to happen. In one moment Alepue was slouching among the snow at the base of the tree, and in the next there was a dark figure moving to intercept him. He stood up quickly. His ears fell back as soon as he saw the other wolf - it was bigger than him, far more intimidating even without the raised tail. The boy's spine curved, his head wanting to lower along with his tail, and he pressed himself back against the tree. Suddenly Alepue was unsure of his discovery.