Porcupine Ridge stand tall... WHOA okay not that tall

There was irony in her words that was not known by either of them, yet. One of the ridge's hopefuls, a young black male that found himself beneath Taggarik's hindquarters, joined the pair that sought to claim the stormy mountain. But what Jhala said was true, and not something that he had thought of, and he hummed in contemplation.

"You're right." He agreed. He hoped, one day, the ridge would be prosperous with his own offspring, but such a day was far off, and in the meantime they required a balance of numbers - neither too many nor too few - to ensure their survival here. "We are strong, but we will not remain so if we do not guard against that which can weaken us."

He was not an aggressive sort, but like a thorn working its way deeper into his paw, the thought of neighbors was gradually becoming more of a bother to him.