Porcupine Ridge Tired of wandering

She was nearby the call – the howl that went up stirred more unease in the she-wolf who was so meticulously trying to calculate her life far in advance. And then more estrogen just had to show up at their border.
 
Swift to find the wolf who beckoned them, Capri’s intention was to beat Taggarik, who had opened a floodgate of females in to their pack recently. Of course, it was the luck of the draw, as to what gender would find their way upon their borders – and unfortunately, the recent males they had turned away had all been for arrogance and well deserved.
 
Of course, as the silver-tipped wolf caught sight of the other – the tawny wolf loudly questioned if anyone was there. Having made it to the borders in rather impressive time, given the size of their territory, an instant scowl stormed Capri’s usually gentle features as her form lifted even higher. “Not very patient, are you?” Instantly, the regal was unimpressed, and her harder gaze spoke this in volumes.