Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

He turned his cheek into her touch, but as she spoke, she drew back and he did not seek to press into her space again, instead he quietly regarded the fine features of her face.

He quirked a brow at what she said. "So she knows about us and still thinks it'd be wise to settle so close?" It certainly seemed that way, and grumbled with irritation. "I think that may be a good idea. I do not wish to lead us into war," he said softly. It was too much risk for something that was not yet a problem; yes, they're encroachment could threaten their sustainability later, but for now, the ridge provided for them. "But I will not, at the least, allow them to forbid us from accessing the eastern edge of the range." He reflected momentarily on what Jhala had said, her concern that that pack may steal from their potential recruits.

Tension rose along his spine and spread into his shoulders, causing his jaw to set tight, his lips to purse, and his ears to flick backward. He shook himself to displace it, and sighed. "I cannot help but feel mad at this," he admitted.