Porcupine Ridge roasted peanuts

The pack wolves made their stance on their words very clear once fangs slashed to flesh, and that seemed to get the foolish thing going. She turned, her form still slinking away much slower than Capri would have cared for, and after another lunge, the girl released a whimper and ran away. The sudden speed of the stranger spurred Capri forward, and speeding after the girl, her own snarls intermingled with the snapping of Tagg’s jaws upon the cold winter air.
 
Once the ivory dove had placed herself a distance from their borders, the duo stopped. Taggarik’s gaze was locked upon the girl as she fled, and Capri, who’s very nerves were frayed and distraught, bristled quietly beside him.
 
She would have distratced them both by moving closer to him -- to settle her muzzle in the thick nape of his fur and soothe him physically, but Taggarik was set on removing himself form the situation now. His nose grazed her cheek, and her own bumped him affectionately in return before she slunk off in an a separate direction – seeking out Terich-mir.