Porcupine Ridge Take a bow

I keep reading the title as like a hunting bow, instead of bow as in bowing down lol. It may be because I got a bowhunting book for Christmas haha. Just popping Tagg in for a cameo.

Earlier in his patrol he had found the telltale signs that his agouti subordinate had intercepted another foolish trespasser: the tracks in the snow, the unfamiliar scents, the trail fleeing out of the territory and away. He could not help but shake his head and grin. Two trespassers in such a short time span was downright shameful, but he was proud to have such capable wolves defending his borders and their home.

He continued on, hiking a leg against a tree here and against a rock there, strengthening their markers, though he knew no amount of scent would stop the utterly stupid. Soon, a howl reached his ears, and he quickened his pace, but he was some distance away and when he rounded a corner he could see that Farstep had already made another interception, along with his alpha female. Fortunately, this one was wise enough not to trespass, and was deferent to his packmates. Even better, she was a fine looking female.

Though, he mused inwardly, Capriccio may be disappointed. Neither wished to have their positions, and their chance at a future, challenged, but competition could not be avoided entirely, and balance of gender in the pack was necessary for harmony. The black wolf quietly glided to Farstep, offering the vigilant male a companion nudge to the shoulder in appreciation of his efforts, before catching Capriccio's flank in a feather-light nip as he moved past, offering the loner a brief look before he moved on down the borders.

The situation was in control, and in capable paws. He trusted his alpha to decide the girl's fate without him, but he would not be far if things turned sour.